Brooklyn is a new arrival. She came yesterday. I call her Brooklyn because in researching her background, she has got to be a gritty, determined tough little calico lady, just like this town in New York. Their motto is “In Unity, there is Strength.” Let’s hope that by coming here and being united with this household, Brooklyn can find her strength and righten herself.

Her previous owner had kept her for days on end in a small carrier. What is with people who think that this some sort of a LIFE for a cat? Cats are free-moving, independent spirits, and to keep them cramped up in cages or carriers (unless there is a medical reason) is disgusting.

But while Brooklyn was in this carrier, the woman’s twin sons would beat on the carrier with sticks! Grrr!
Really people get a grip! The mom would just laugh and think it was so funny and Brooklyn became an aggressive girl very quickly. The next step in this process? Why we will “get rid of the cat!” I guess the boys will have to find other entertainment now; like setting the dog’s tail on fire or plucking the feathers off the canary!

So when Brooklyn arrived here, I thought she was part tiger. Hissing, growling then screaming at the top of her lungs. I didn’t know much of her history then, just that they couldn’t keep her. I let her out of her carrier and she attacked me big time. I’m pretty good at not getting messed up when it comes to PTSD kitties but she took me completely by surprise.

I had to get her back in the carrier- that was fun. When this poor girl sees a carrier, she pees all over herself, her eyes dilate to the size of a full moon and she will NOT- I repeat, she will NOT go in there. I finally had to drop a duffle bag over her head to calm her down and then take Pop’s fishing net and lay that over her, wrap her up like a fish and put her in the carrier to keep her and myself safe.

It took me about an hour to set up a room for her. She is a large space free to roam. There is a larger dog cage in the room, with a carrier inside the cage full of soft bedding and a bit of catnip. All doors to carrier and cage are opened. The room is protected by a wire door and because of her aggression factor, I placed pet-proof screening over the wire. Then I let her out of the carrier she arrived in (tossed that hummer into the shed) and left her alone.

She has food, water, litter pans, toys, cat condos, beds and everything a kitty needs to be comfortable. There are several caves in the room which is where I suspect I will find her when I go up and check on her.

It’s always amazing to me how much harm people can do to cats either through ignorance or just because the people are evil. Cats never set out to do harm to other cats unless there is a reason-toms fighting over mates, alphas fighting to gain control- queens fighting to protect their young.

Yet time and time again PTSD kitties arrive here and they are so damaged their trust meter has been turned off.

Let’s hope that Brooklyn can overcome her past and become an adoptable, loving kitty- because as calicos go, this girl is drop-dead gorgeous.

Here’s Brooklyn