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I write this post with a feeling of deep regret.
For quite some time I have been feeding feral cats over at a home depot parking lot. Every night for the last seven years you could find me over there, along with 20 hungry felines. Armed with bags of Fancy Feast, Purina Cat Chow, scores of little cans of wet food and bottles of drinking water, I would set out on my cat feeding mission. Except for when we would have a torrential downpour, I never missed a day.
Word about the cats and their plight reached Facebook three years ago and a rescue team descended upon the parking lot. Within two nights 16 cats had been caught, leaving me with a few stubborn stragglers to devote my time to. Well, after the subzero temps of this last winter I had decided the cats had enough. Just how long were they expected to last in temperatures of 10 below zero in the winter to that of 100 above in the summer? I had been asking my veterinarian for help in getting these cats a home for several years now and I decided that this was the summer to stop talking and get my ass in gear.
Good news- I managed to catch one!
One night when observing the cats I noticed that this cat was not eating. She had never been the best in sniffing out the dry food but she never failed when it came to a can of Tender Beef and Chicken. Now all she would do with the mound of wet food was to timidly lick it and then act like nauseated. As expected, she became weaker, to the point of staggering around my car like she was drunk. She wasn't hard to nab, I just reached down and plucked like a grape. She offered no resistance. I am happy to report that with good vet care, love and patience, she is now thriving.
Bad news-lighting really doesn't strike twice.
I caught another one, or rather she surrendered herself. After the food is put out I always sit back in the car to watch them eat, with the door open. One cat (a black one that I had named Indigo Ink), decided to venture in. I stayed very still as she sniffed out my car, realized it doesn't get any better than this, and closed the door. Worst mistake of my life!- for now I had a very petrified cat running madly through my car. Worse yet, it was Friday night, which left me with a feral cat who was trapped in my car and would be until my vet opened on Monday morning.
One mistake after another- taking her to my vet
Inky was eventually cornered and "poled" by my vet on Monday morning. She now resides in the dog wing of his clinic, until she is "tame enough to handle". I came by to see her on Friday and what I saw was a very frighten cat with her back up against a wall, hissing at anything that moved. She starred straight ahead in an unblinking trance, like her mind had checked out and I wondered if it would ever come back. The vet told me that she should come around in two weeks. (Yeah right)
Yes I protested. I couldn't believe that a veterinarian would be so clueless as to think that a feral could be tamed in two weeks, or that she would calm down while being surrounded by DOGS! As of date she hasn't eaten and the staff is still afraid of her.
I was arrogant in my assumption that I could save these cats. My vet was arrogant(and stupid), in thinking that he knew anything about feral cats.
I am so sorry Inky, I should have left well enough alone.
For quite some time I have been feeding feral cats over at a home depot parking lot. Every night for the last seven years you could find me over there, along with 20 hungry felines. Armed with bags of Fancy Feast, Purina Cat Chow, scores of little cans of wet food and bottles of drinking water, I would set out on my cat feeding mission. Except for when we would have a torrential downpour, I never missed a day.
Word about the cats and their plight reached Facebook three years ago and a rescue team descended upon the parking lot. Within two nights 16 cats had been caught, leaving me with a few stubborn stragglers to devote my time to. Well, after the subzero temps of this last winter I had decided the cats had enough. Just how long were they expected to last in temperatures of 10 below zero in the winter to that of 100 above in the summer? I had been asking my veterinarian for help in getting these cats a home for several years now and I decided that this was the summer to stop talking and get my ass in gear.
Good news- I managed to catch one!
One night when observing the cats I noticed that this cat was not eating. She had never been the best in sniffing out the dry food but she never failed when it came to a can of Tender Beef and Chicken. Now all she would do with the mound of wet food was to timidly lick it and then act like nauseated. As expected, she became weaker, to the point of staggering around my car like she was drunk. She wasn't hard to nab, I just reached down and plucked like a grape. She offered no resistance. I am happy to report that with good vet care, love and patience, she is now thriving.
Bad news-lighting really doesn't strike twice.
I caught another one, or rather she surrendered herself. After the food is put out I always sit back in the car to watch them eat, with the door open. One cat (a black one that I had named Indigo Ink), decided to venture in. I stayed very still as she sniffed out my car, realized it doesn't get any better than this, and closed the door. Worst mistake of my life!- for now I had a very petrified cat running madly through my car. Worse yet, it was Friday night, which left me with a feral cat who was trapped in my car and would be until my vet opened on Monday morning.
One mistake after another- taking her to my vet
Inky was eventually cornered and "poled" by my vet on Monday morning. She now resides in the dog wing of his clinic, until she is "tame enough to handle". I came by to see her on Friday and what I saw was a very frighten cat with her back up against a wall, hissing at anything that moved. She starred straight ahead in an unblinking trance, like her mind had checked out and I wondered if it would ever come back. The vet told me that she should come around in two weeks. (Yeah right)
Yes I protested. I couldn't believe that a veterinarian would be so clueless as to think that a feral could be tamed in two weeks, or that she would calm down while being surrounded by DOGS! As of date she hasn't eaten and the staff is still afraid of her.
I was arrogant in my assumption that I could save these cats. My vet was arrogant(and stupid), in thinking that he knew anything about feral cats.
I am so sorry Inky, I should have left well enough alone.