Nov 18, 2016
As some of you know I have been helping cleanup some of our feral cat population here in our small neighborhood this summer/fall. Other ladies did most of the live trapping but I was able to help with some. All told we saved 23 kittens and moms from the streets before winter set in, I did most of the fostering. At one point had 12 extras living here besides my own 4. They were never in contact with my own, I had large crates set up in the garage and later full rooms in the basement so they could run, after they became less wild....yes these were all very scared and WILD kittens at first, full Ferals
I had an extremely busy 2 months, many of the kittens brought in were ill, so had to be isolated not only from my own but from healthy ones from separate colonies too. They needed Vet checks and medications for URI's. Some on oral antibiotics and some on antibiotic eye drops, some both. One kitten was so congested he needed steaming. So my alarm was set every 6/8 & 12 hours, different times for meds on different kitties, I'd barely fall asleep when another alarm would ring it seemed
Than there was the litter and crate cleanings 2-3 x's a day, remember wild cats aren't used to litter boxes and food dishes. Also hour upon hour of socializing....getting them accustomed to me, than slowly getting them so I could stroke and than handle them.....should have seen the scratches and bite bruises up and down my arms, even my neck!
When I got them to trust me and were easier to handle I moved them around into basement rooms so they could run and learn to play...god talk about cute :) I fell in love with each and everyone of them
When they became socialized homes or rescue organizations took them all from me, one or two at a time...I cried over each goodbye and even got pretty deeply depressed over a couple special ones....two little tuxedo girls that I wanted to adopt so badly. Darby and Dixie. But you see there was Timmy yet
Timmy was a small barely 5 week old baby who we couldn't trap when his mom and siblings were caught in mid Sept. He took us another 3 full days to get him, he was hungry, dehydrated and beyond wild by this time. Even long after his family was tame enough to have a basement room, Timmy would hide each time I entered, he wouldn't even come out to play with the others while I sat with them, he'd sneak out and inhale mouthfuls of the canned food I'd bring each time...so quickly he'd often vomit afterwards.
When I was down to just the 3 fosters(end of Oct) Darby, Dixie and Timmy, I moved them upstairs to a spare bedroom. Stairs are very hard on me and going up and down them 5-6x's a day was getting more difficult. Still Timmy would hide, I began leaving bedroom door open so my cats and the babies by this time all became friends, the little girls would scamper in an out of that room running all over the house just having a ball, Timmy wouldn't leave his safety zone.
Decision time, I could no way keep 3, not realistically even 2. So the girls had to go into the adoption program...I don't know when I have ever cried that hard and the depression that followed was alarming, I loved them both so much. I was somewhat happier to learn they found forever homes within a couple days :) Timmy stayed with me, he needed me more.
Today two weeks later, he has been venturing out of his safe room, he does run and play especially with my younger cats Tori and Abby....he has finally grown a bit, not such a runt anymore. He still frightens easily at every loud noise even on the TV, at every sudden footstep or quick movement but he will now come up to me for hugs when I'm sitting or laying down
He is a quiet and gentle little soul, maybe not my first choice but the one who needed me the most...he has a permanent home with us, where he'll be loved and grow to his full potential....a long journey for a formerly wild feral baby. Hard to get a good photo of but I will load the one I snapped tonight so check my pics out....
Nite from Me, Nemo, Sami, Tori, Abby and baby Timmy :)