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I feel like I made a crazy/desperate move by bringing a semi-feral cat into my home and I’m trying to figure out if I’m making the right decision and what my next moves should be?
The story-
I’ve been feeding this cat, Mama, for 7yrs, ever since she brought a kitten to our yard. I did TNR with her and in all those years since she’s never once gotten close to me. Last fall my parents moved away and sold that house, I was very fortunate that our neighbors were willing to take over feeding her and even said I could come on their property to feed her myself. I’m not good at trusting others and I hate putting “burden” onto others that may not take the responsibility as seriously as I do, so despite their offer to feed her I’ve been driving every morning and evening to feed her myself. I got her on a solid routine and while she doesn’t always show up for every meal she’s been especially consistent over the summer with how hot it’s been. There’s been times she’s been so excited to see me/food that she starts walking across the street towards me, hissing, to get my attention! But always keeps her distance and always hisses at me.
But a series of recent events had me unsettled: To start on Thursday my neighbor had two dead trees in the front yard removed, they died this summer so I knew it was coming, but one of the trees was how Mama got up and down the 6ft wall easier. She can be very skittish about any change, so I was surprised she actually showed up for dinner that evening. She didn’t show up Friday morning, but did show for dinner. She didn’t show up again on Sat morning, odd but not a big deal. I started home when I ran across a neighbor walking their dog and rolled down my window to catch up for a bit. They asked me if I was still seeing Mama around and said they were worried because a few weeks ago they spotted a cat that had been eaten by a coyote at the other entrance of the subdivision. We’d seen them nearby before, coming out of a nearby park or crossing a main road, but never in the subdivision itself. This stuck in my head all day. That evening she didn’t show up for dinner. Sunday morning she wasn’t there and dinner was left uneaten. Feeling unnerved by all this I decided to walk the neighborhood and see if I could see her. I walked the street that wraps around to the houses on the backside and my heart sank, straight ahead there was a coyote. Seeing me it started walking in the other direction, I followed it, and saw it had already gotten to a cat on that street. A friendly cat that occasionally showed up when I fed Mama that I called “Tiga” due to its flat, tiger-like nose. I was so angry and sad that I chased it all the way out of the neighborhood and down the main road till it disappeared from view.
This was too sad and too close for comfort! I was hoping Mama was ok, that maybe she sensed something was going on so was hiding. But all I could think was that coyote will be back, the tree she used to get up and down the wall was gone, and if anything happened to her while she was waiting for me I’m not sure I’d know how to forgive myself, not when there was something I could do. So I prepared, I made space at my place, loaded up a trap I bought in case of an emergency, and headed out in the evening. She showed up for dinner (thank goodness she was ok), I trapped her and brought her back to my place.
I currently have her in a spare bedroom in a 44in circular fabric/mesh playpen, litter box, food, water, and a propped open carrier as a place to hide (with the benefit of being able to close the door to move her if needed). I have a blanket covering half of the playpen to help make her feel hidden. The opening of the trap fit the playpen flap tightly with no gap, so I left her alone over night and she moved to the carrier so I was able to remove the trap this morning.
My concerns -
Now that the adrenaline and immediate fear have subsided and the weight of the task ahead is settling on me, I’m starting to question if I’m doing what’s best for her. Or am I just appeasing my own sense of fear and worry? I’m saving her from the potential of physical harm certainly, but her hissing and growling as I was carrying her in the trap made me wonder if I’m doing harm in thinking I can get her to adapt to indoor life? She didn’t eat dinner, and now that I’m home from work I see she hasn’t eaten breakfast either… at what point should I be worried and what can I do? Is there a sign/signal that this isn’t going to work out and I should return her?
My plan was to leave her alone, with the door to the room closed, only entering for breakfast and dinner, for the first week or so. Just to let her settle and adapt to the noises of the house (A/C, dishwasher, washer/dryer etc). Then I’d start sitting in the room for longer and longer periods of time to slowly work with her.
I also have three other cats, two of which I’m still working on introductions with each other (that’s been a slow and difficult process in itself). One of them is probably feeling displaced now, since I'm not letting her back into "her" room. I’m not in a permanent living situation, and may need to move next spring. So I’m feeling like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew… but then I picture what became of “Tiga” and I just don’t think I can take coming across her in the same way...
The story-
I’ve been feeding this cat, Mama, for 7yrs, ever since she brought a kitten to our yard. I did TNR with her and in all those years since she’s never once gotten close to me. Last fall my parents moved away and sold that house, I was very fortunate that our neighbors were willing to take over feeding her and even said I could come on their property to feed her myself. I’m not good at trusting others and I hate putting “burden” onto others that may not take the responsibility as seriously as I do, so despite their offer to feed her I’ve been driving every morning and evening to feed her myself. I got her on a solid routine and while she doesn’t always show up for every meal she’s been especially consistent over the summer with how hot it’s been. There’s been times she’s been so excited to see me/food that she starts walking across the street towards me, hissing, to get my attention! But always keeps her distance and always hisses at me.
But a series of recent events had me unsettled: To start on Thursday my neighbor had two dead trees in the front yard removed, they died this summer so I knew it was coming, but one of the trees was how Mama got up and down the 6ft wall easier. She can be very skittish about any change, so I was surprised she actually showed up for dinner that evening. She didn’t show up Friday morning, but did show for dinner. She didn’t show up again on Sat morning, odd but not a big deal. I started home when I ran across a neighbor walking their dog and rolled down my window to catch up for a bit. They asked me if I was still seeing Mama around and said they were worried because a few weeks ago they spotted a cat that had been eaten by a coyote at the other entrance of the subdivision. We’d seen them nearby before, coming out of a nearby park or crossing a main road, but never in the subdivision itself. This stuck in my head all day. That evening she didn’t show up for dinner. Sunday morning she wasn’t there and dinner was left uneaten. Feeling unnerved by all this I decided to walk the neighborhood and see if I could see her. I walked the street that wraps around to the houses on the backside and my heart sank, straight ahead there was a coyote. Seeing me it started walking in the other direction, I followed it, and saw it had already gotten to a cat on that street. A friendly cat that occasionally showed up when I fed Mama that I called “Tiga” due to its flat, tiger-like nose. I was so angry and sad that I chased it all the way out of the neighborhood and down the main road till it disappeared from view.
This was too sad and too close for comfort! I was hoping Mama was ok, that maybe she sensed something was going on so was hiding. But all I could think was that coyote will be back, the tree she used to get up and down the wall was gone, and if anything happened to her while she was waiting for me I’m not sure I’d know how to forgive myself, not when there was something I could do. So I prepared, I made space at my place, loaded up a trap I bought in case of an emergency, and headed out in the evening. She showed up for dinner (thank goodness she was ok), I trapped her and brought her back to my place.
I currently have her in a spare bedroom in a 44in circular fabric/mesh playpen, litter box, food, water, and a propped open carrier as a place to hide (with the benefit of being able to close the door to move her if needed). I have a blanket covering half of the playpen to help make her feel hidden. The opening of the trap fit the playpen flap tightly with no gap, so I left her alone over night and she moved to the carrier so I was able to remove the trap this morning.
My concerns -
Now that the adrenaline and immediate fear have subsided and the weight of the task ahead is settling on me, I’m starting to question if I’m doing what’s best for her. Or am I just appeasing my own sense of fear and worry? I’m saving her from the potential of physical harm certainly, but her hissing and growling as I was carrying her in the trap made me wonder if I’m doing harm in thinking I can get her to adapt to indoor life? She didn’t eat dinner, and now that I’m home from work I see she hasn’t eaten breakfast either… at what point should I be worried and what can I do? Is there a sign/signal that this isn’t going to work out and I should return her?
My plan was to leave her alone, with the door to the room closed, only entering for breakfast and dinner, for the first week or so. Just to let her settle and adapt to the noises of the house (A/C, dishwasher, washer/dryer etc). Then I’d start sitting in the room for longer and longer periods of time to slowly work with her.
I also have three other cats, two of which I’m still working on introductions with each other (that’s been a slow and difficult process in itself). One of them is probably feeling displaced now, since I'm not letting her back into "her" room. I’m not in a permanent living situation, and may need to move next spring. So I’m feeling like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew… but then I picture what became of “Tiga” and I just don’t think I can take coming across her in the same way...