Started out on the upswing with the re-adoption of Jedi Night! Boy what a home this is for this little black kitten who fought so hard to stay in this world. She has 18 acres to run on (when they do let her outside) two graduate students to love on her, hardwood floors to slide on and a large dog to sleep with if the humans do the introductions correctly. Her nearest neighbor is a large dairy farm and the farmer there said if she shows up anytime in the future, he will just shoot as much milk in her mouth as she wants straight from the cow! But she will have to stand in line as seven barn cats already have “first dibs.” Although we will miss Her Royal Blackness a lot- I drove home with a giant smile on my face. When I left their home, she was sitting on the couch looking at the birds outside.
I get home and the wooden feeder trap is shut. There is a cat inside- one of the eight dumped here. This boy looked pretty hammered, so I put him into a carrier ((he had no fight left in him at all) and rushed him to the vet. I was going to call him Fletcher. Unfortunately, he tested positive and we put him down. He was a tomcat so there is no telling if he has fathered any FeLV positive kittens. He was a pretty boy but when i dropped him off, I told the vet that either he was to old, or to tired, or to sick to care about to much because I just lifted him out of the trap feeder into the cat carrier.
This is the only photo of him:
That’s two departures for us almost back-to-back. My hope is the remaining 7 are healthy. Time will tell.
Tomorrow Squirrel, our 14 year old barn kitty is going to the vet. She has been pawing her mouth recently and when I try to look inside, she screams in pain. All I can see is one broken canine in the front before she snaps her jaws shut and scratches the devil out of me. We’ve had her since she was just a few days old- but she is unadoptable as she poops on the floor and has since day one. I finally figured out a few years ago, if I put an empty litter pan in the line of pans on the floor, she will poop in the empty one instead of the floor. But still, no one really wants her but us. She is my best mouser. I hope her mouth isn’t that bad- but they will probably have to sedate her to find out what is going on.
Purrrrrring that Squirrel has nothing major wrong with her.
Almost forgot: Enjoy your furrrever home, Jedi Night.
Poor Fletcher! Run free little buddy! Love those blue tabbys!
purrs for Squirrel. and we are sorry for Fletcher – we hope he found some peace and that no one else comes up positive.
Yay for Jedi – sounds like a great place. 🙂
Poor Fletcher. So much can run a cat down in the wild. At least he had a name at the end.