What an evening.
Good news: Kenji is cottoning on to the fact that btmao is the resident cat-mum in these woods. Earlier this evening, he’s allowed first contact when having dinner, with Benji of course. We’re hopeful, very hopeful, that we can rob his mojo soon.
Sasha was there for dinner too, but of course she still can’t stand having the boys around, and uses her own exclusive suite.
After we cleaned up after the satiated ones, we were making our way back to Area 1, when lo and behold! btmao’s 6/6 eyesight focused on a fluffy lump under a sapling. It was a young cat that she had first sighted 2 sundays ago and lost sight of in the Area 2 carpark. It was newly abandoned we think and was too spooked to respond to friendship. We had not seen it since.
But this time, there it was, in plain sight, for the perfect-sighted,and behaving like it’s been there for ever. We milled around abit with it.
It was a she, a bit too skinny – you can use her spine for a xylophone. But friendly. Even away from good lighting, it was obvious she had a tearing right eye. Other than that, she looked ok. She looked like a miniature Remy, only she still has her eyes intact – which is a huge relief. But she’s not all that tiny, probably is a yearling. She has a very soft voice like him too.
btmao and I looked at each other. We sighed/groaned, and guess who we gonna call? Foster Mum of course. We made arrangements for the kitt to move in after a vet visit for checkup, jabs and deworm tomorrow.
Then I picked her up and we moved her to a void-deck, for feeding and a better look. She purred all the way, and only struggled a little.
btmao opened a fussie cat can – all the goodness of tuna with salmon and she lapped it all up in 2 blinks. The girl was ravenous! btmao left to retrieve a carrier from home and I watched/kept her around. She kept nosing the cleaned paper ‘plate’ and sniffing the can for more. Obviously she’s not had much food for quite a bit. But we did not allow her anymore than the 80g she gulped down to minimise the possibility of diarrhea. She was a bit bewildered too, and was torn between moving off and sticking around for more.
So I did the only thing I could while waiting for the cavalry, As I provided chin-tickles and head rubs, she eventually relaxed and lied down for everything I gave her, her purr is amazing. I looked her over and she seemed parasite-free.
Maybe it’s because both are fluffy and tabby-furred, but from certain angles, she looked like Kheilly too. And yes, I felt pangs when it hit.
Anyway, she seemed a perfect and healthy cat, and I can’t help wondering why she’s been dumped. Was it her less-than-perfect form? She either had a body too long for her limbs or limbs too short for her body length. She also has a gait like Orli’s – splayed and a bit uneven in the hindlegs, which seem too long for her frontlegs. Was she dumped for cosmetic reasons?
Then I noticed her inner right front paw was very wet and matted. Maybe her right eye was an issue (coincidentally, Remy’s blind eye is also the right one). But she can see out of it fine, and it looked clear.
btmao returned with the carrier then. It was a simple thing to get the kitty in. She freaked out for a bit, but only called softy a few times and settled down.
On the way home, where we’re going to house her for the night, I suggested naming her April, for obvious reasons. btmao agreed.
We’re probably to lose sleep tonight – she will be isolated in a room, and the slackers of course will stake it out, and then of course there’s going to be commotion all night.
Oh well, we’ll take it one growl at a time. Our mum looked in on her too – and surprisingly, we felt a bit miffy that she’s already longer than Rheilly.
Last weekend, when Neo found her furrever home, we were relieved to have our cattery headcount down to 3 – Corrie the permanent boarder, Chrissy the liver-failure old girl, and Frankie the supposedly looking-for-a-home cat turned freeloader. (Angel and Cassie have their respective sponsors). Now we’ve got April girl, new kitnapped kitt and our headcount’s gone right back up: i can only thank my portentous big-mouthed self-rib here (and Mama Piggy for cementing the jigamarole with the furrever incantation).
Happy April Fool’s Day.
(Click on their names to see photos and vids of April, Benji and Kenji, Sasha