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I apologize if this has been done because I did search a few pages back, but I thought it would be fun to create a success story thread for those feral turned sweetheart kitties who were just looking for someone patient enough to work with them.
My feral is now almost three years old and the biggest lap cat in the world. We found him outside a trail with his litter. We were nervous because it was right next to a busy road and a river/dam on the other side.
We didn’t know what to do because it was just my husband and I who went for our weekly trail hike. So we called his mom up, explained the situation, and asked for her to bring food. She showed up with crackers and cheesecurds.
Well, like a true Wisconsin cat, he liked the cheese curds. So after 4 hours of luring him out, I was able to sneak behind him and grab him. That was by far the worst idea I’ve ever had not only for safety.. but he did bite me through the nail which ended up infected. But here he is after we swaddled him. He looks so happy, right?
So we ended up calling my niece who had experience catch feral cats, and she brought a carrier for him and a trap for the other members of the litter, which we did manage to catch all but one.
My niece ended up taking him home for quarantining purposes and to deworm him and socialize. We were basically making sure he didn’t have rabies after he bit me.. because clearly I was not trained nor smart in my first feral experience. But right away, she began socializing him. Although fearful, he loved cuddles once he could trust you. Here he is, cuddling on my lap after a bath.
Once he received a clear bill of health aside from a URI from my vet, he came home with us to stay. We did end up naming him Cheesecurd, an he’s definitely our success story of a feral kitten turned sweetheart.
My feral is now almost three years old and the biggest lap cat in the world. We found him outside a trail with his litter. We were nervous because it was right next to a busy road and a river/dam on the other side.
We didn’t know what to do because it was just my husband and I who went for our weekly trail hike. So we called his mom up, explained the situation, and asked for her to bring food. She showed up with crackers and cheesecurds.
Well, like a true Wisconsin cat, he liked the cheese curds. So after 4 hours of luring him out, I was able to sneak behind him and grab him. That was by far the worst idea I’ve ever had not only for safety.. but he did bite me through the nail which ended up infected. But here he is after we swaddled him. He looks so happy, right?
So we ended up calling my niece who had experience catch feral cats, and she brought a carrier for him and a trap for the other members of the litter, which we did manage to catch all but one.
My niece ended up taking him home for quarantining purposes and to deworm him and socialize. We were basically making sure he didn’t have rabies after he bit me.. because clearly I was not trained nor smart in my first feral experience. But right away, she began socializing him. Although fearful, he loved cuddles once he could trust you. Here he is, cuddling on my lap after a bath.
Once he received a clear bill of health aside from a URI from my vet, he came home with us to stay. We did end up naming him Cheesecurd, an he’s definitely our success story of a feral kitten turned sweetheart.