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forest_choir) wrote2011-06-24 12:03 pm
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A Feline Miscellany
In November, my sister took in three small kittens.
They had been living under a dumpster and were estimated to be about three weeks old.
I adopted Hobbes; an older couple adopted his brother and sister.
My sister told me that their mother had likely perished on the train tracks near the apartment building.
She couldn't find mama-cat anywhere.
We've since learned that this is, fortunately, not the case.
My sister recently spoke with another of the building's tenants about problems in their building and discovered that the woman helps to manage some of the local feral cat population. She looks after 9 cats; her neighbour takes care of 20 more.
I got to talk to her one day and met some of the cats she is caring for.
Among them, is the kittens' mother, Lucy.
Cheryl had rescued the Lucy the day before the kittens were rescued. Knowing Lucy had kittens, she went back, trying to find them, but they'd already been rescued and fostered by my sister. They lived on opposite ends of the building for months, not knowing that one woman had the mother-cat and the other had the kittens.
Cheryl and her family had assumed that Lucy's kittens had died when the dumpster was moved. They had been greiving for the kittens, wishing that they had been able to rescue them. We had the pleasure of telling her that all three of Lucy's kittens are alive, healthy, and have loving homes.
We showed her a mobile-phone picture of Hobbes and she exclaimed, "Oh, he's one of Big Head's babies!"
Big Head is one of the local tomcats in the colony.
Hobbes has grown quite a bit since I brought him home at five weeks old.
He's now 8 months old.
Last weekend, I went back and spotted another of the semi-feral cats wandering through the apartment complex. I can definitely tell where Hobbes got his stripes. This cat has the same bold patterning as Hobbes and his brother Fred:
They had been living under a dumpster and were estimated to be about three weeks old.
I adopted Hobbes; an older couple adopted his brother and sister.
My sister told me that their mother had likely perished on the train tracks near the apartment building.
She couldn't find mama-cat anywhere.
We've since learned that this is, fortunately, not the case.
My sister recently spoke with another of the building's tenants about problems in their building and discovered that the woman helps to manage some of the local feral cat population. She looks after 9 cats; her neighbour takes care of 20 more.
I got to talk to her one day and met some of the cats she is caring for.
Among them, is the kittens' mother, Lucy.
Cheryl had rescued the Lucy the day before the kittens were rescued. Knowing Lucy had kittens, she went back, trying to find them, but they'd already been rescued and fostered by my sister. They lived on opposite ends of the building for months, not knowing that one woman had the mother-cat and the other had the kittens.
Cheryl and her family had assumed that Lucy's kittens had died when the dumpster was moved. They had been greiving for the kittens, wishing that they had been able to rescue them. We had the pleasure of telling her that all three of Lucy's kittens are alive, healthy, and have loving homes.
We showed her a mobile-phone picture of Hobbes and she exclaimed, "Oh, he's one of Big Head's babies!"
Big Head is one of the local tomcats in the colony.
Hobbes has grown quite a bit since I brought him home at five weeks old.
He's now 8 months old.
Last weekend, I went back and spotted another of the semi-feral cats wandering through the apartment complex. I can definitely tell where Hobbes got his stripes. This cat has the same bold patterning as Hobbes and his brother Fred: