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This picture demonstrates Weasel’s fluffy tail, but the camera decided to focus behind him, so I didn’t use it. Between low light and using the telephoto capabilities, focus and depth of field are problems.
Froggy has decided she doesn’t like the life of a feral and has taken up residence with the neighbor who puts his cats out on ropes. She injured a leg somehow and had crawled off to heal. He found her and took her inside. Having healed, Froggy decided she liked sleeping on a couch, and doesn’t come out any more.
Ringo is getting stronger every day, and is becoming a nuisance trying to ‘escape’ to eat kibble. The entry and exit wounds have healed well, but the jaw isn’t certain until the x-rays on the 16th. She was shot, with the round piercing her right cheek, and then exiting through her left jaw. I have calmed down enough that I will let the Sheriff handle it, rather than just leaving the perp at the curb for Waste Management to pick up. I’ve made it clear that I don’t want to know anything that isn’t absolutely necessary about it, so I don’t have to deal with the anger involved.
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It’s always amazing when a feral decides to not be a feral anymore. Mencken is also a former feral, he decided he liked tummy rubs and lap time more than he liked rummaging in trash bins and the only real sign of his former feral-ness is that he treats any visitors to the house as if they were ax murderers until proven otherwise. Hopefully Froggy will get lots of lap time in her future… though I suspect rope time is probably *not* in her future, if she’s anything like Mencken (Mencken wants nothing more to do with that “outdoors” thing, I could leave my outside door wide open and he’d treat it like a portal into the fires of Hades).
Glad to hear Ringo is doing better. And dang, that tail is *fluffy*! Miss Underhouse decidedly didn’t pick that up that genetic input from any of your locals, that’s for sure…
Froggy doesn’t even look out the window, and the neighbor has ‘cat shelves’ on most of his windows. If you haven’t convinced a cat that a collar or harness is acceptable by two months, you can forget it. He complained that Froggy lets him put on a flea collar, but she has it off within an hour.
The tail will be a comfort in the winter, if we still have a winter.
Well, TMF was around seven years old when I put a harness on him for the first time, and he seems to tolerate it okay (after going on strike for a while the first time I put it on him — he plopped his fat furry self down and simply refused to move for a while, I just sat down in a chair and read a book while waiting :twisted:). But he’s a rather placid kitteh to begin with.
Yah, Mencken doesn’t look out the windows either, he has absolutely no interest in that “outdoors” thing, been there, done that, finished with that. My blinds are destroyed on my windows, but that’s all TMF’s doing.
That tail will be a mighty fine nose warmer this winter, I’m sure. And, uhm, winter is coming. Just ask the Starks, who are fond of repeating that line every fifteen minutes :).
After 8 hours I gave up on trying to get Sox to wear it. He just flopped over and went catatonic on me. He didn’t move until I got it off of him. I assumed he equated it with the neck pinch in his pea brain and froze. The other cats I tried it on just clawed the hell out of me.
I’m really looking forward to a hard freeze to kill some bugs around here. They have been worse than ever this year, especially with all the rain. I don’t think I’ll see another one on the coast.
glad to hear ringo is healing. here’s hoping for more good news on the 16th.
You can imagine how much I want good news so I can regain free use of my bathroom again, and she can eat the kibble she loves.
I think the only reason TMF ever moved was because after putting the harness and leash on him, I deposited his fat furry a$$ on the patio in back of my place, and after a while the wind wafting the neighborhood smells past his nose made him curious enough to get up and grumpily lump about sniffing everything. Sox was motionless for eight hours? For reals? Wow, and I thought *TMF* was a fat placid lazy kitteh!
-BT
For real, even when his sister made a point of checking on him, which would have normally ended in ‘tag’. I checked to ensure there was still eye movement, and he hadn’t had a seizure of some kind, but he flat would not move while that harness was in place. He retaliated for several days by forgetting about the existence of litter boxes, but I never repeated the experiment. He has some quirks that would probably make sense if I knew what happened during the six months he lived with the guy who left Dot and him behind when he had to move.