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It
all started about a year ago while I was feeding some feral cats at my
apartment
complex. There were about six of them, but two of them were trying to be
friendly even though they would scamper away when ever I tried to touch
them.
They would come to the patio door and look through the window with a
curious stare as to see what was
going on inside.
They would press their noses and try to reach with their paws. One was
obviously the mother cat as the little one would nurse on her. They looked
alike in color which was orange and white...most of the white was on the
chest and the paws were white.
Time
went on and little by little the other cats disappeared but these two stayed
around until one day I heard a terrible fight
between two cats, which was the mother cat and an old black and white cat
who was chewing her to pieces. That was when I scared
them off. The reason most of the others had disappeared was because the
apartment complex was catching them, and I had no idea
where they were being taken. Anyway,
about a week later, the little one who is now a year old was on the patio,
and very hungry. I only had some cooked chicken so I cut some up and put it
out for her/him (didn't know what gender at that time). The food disappeared
so fast!
This
went on for another
day, then I decided I had better get back to buying some cat food. I still
hadn't seen the mother cat. Anyway, when I went out with the cat food this
kitten rubbed up against me and I knew it wanted to make friends with me.
Well,
being an animal lover and also a cat lover, I decided to see if it would
attempt to come into the apartment, so I left the door open a bit, and I
could not believe my eyes....it walked right in, but then went out. This
went on for two days. Finally, I closed the door and it was captured.
Wow!
Now
this meant that I needed to get a litter box and some toys, so it was off to
the store. I had no idea what to expect when I got home but was amazed that
the cat was so content. Having found that it was a boy I knew that I would
have to get to a vet to have its shots and have it neutered. Well, this
took a week as I had to devise a way to get him to the vets. I Called my son
who has a pet carrier and I put his food in it to get him comfortable
with the area. When the day came for the visit to the vets, I closed
the door and off we went.
I
named him Lucky because he's one lucky cat to have found a warm and
comfortable home with lots of loving care. He did get out once by
pushing a screen out (my dumb fault because I opened the window too high) I
was frantic, and this was after having him neutered. Then I thought perhaps
he's just outside telling all his friends, if he can find any of them, that
he's well taken care of and happy to have found a home. No more
spending winters outside, no more getting rained on, no more cat
brawls. Believe-me when I say that he is very affectionate and follows me
everywhere I go. Right now he's at my feet, just wishing I would play
with him some more. It will take him some time before he gets used to people
other than myself. Patience is the answer.
Pauline VanderVeer
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