OK, where to start. We have a group of barn cats who just kinda showed up and live here-all have now been fixed save for two who got pregnant before I could. Well, one mama kitty, Banjo, is a long haired black and white cat, very striking and kind of unusual looking. Almost a month ago, she had THREE babies. She has been a great mom thus far. Last night I came home to hear this kitten crying in the bushes. One of Banjo's kittens, little black and white fellow that looks just like her. We spent a couple of hours trying to catch the thing in the rain, but it kept running away. Weirdly, Banjo could have cared less about this kitten. It would try to approach our other mama and she was very aggressive to him. So were the other cats, neutered toms. I went looking for Banjo's other 2 kittens, but they had mysteriously disappeared. Finally we gave up and went to bed. Middle of the night he is yowling outside my window, so I go out AGAIN, in the thunderstorm to try and catch him. Managed to chase him into the barn finally and corner him there. Little stinker scratched the crap out of my arms. I grabbed Banjo and she went berserk trying to get away from him and hissed and spat at him. Could not figure out WHY this little guy was being ostracised. Banjo IS a lap whore, however, so eventually I coerced her to lay in my lap and I held her down so he could nurse, which he did, ravenously. That lasted about a half hour, then she had enough and turned on him again. He got away from me, and we began the whole merry chase again. He was soaking wet and shivering and STILL yowling with hunger, so I couldn't just leave him. Finally, we trapped him under a tree. I was worried the others would hurt him if I left him. he had some scabs on his nose already like he had tussled. We brought him in the house, put him in a dog crate with some macaroni and tried to calm him down. He yowled for a while, but did finally settle down. This morning, I told my 9 year old the story. She went tearing outside to look for he other two kittens-I feared the other cats had killed them or something, and somehow this guy had survived. Few minutes later, she comes back in...with Banjo's THREE kittens-found them hiding under the hay. Mind you, the midnight yowler is still in the crate. So what the heck??? Now, holding them side by side, I can see that the new guy is probably a couple weeks older than the others, but he too is long haired, black and white, and marked almost identical. So, NOW I know why the other cats were mean to him, and why he was so wild and hard to catch- he was a stray! Now I know why he seemed not as healthy looking as I remebered her kittens to be-he was scratching at ear mites and just looked a tad scroungy. But what are the chances of an identical stray kitten, almost the exact age, showing up here all by himself? Now, on THAT note, would anybody here like a cute kitten?
Wow, what a story! Good for you for taking in all those strays and getting them spayed and neutered. Keep the new guy inside for a while, bottle or saucer feed him formula and wean him onto dry food, and try to get him accustomed to humans. He is probably older than he looks, just malnurished. If you can't find a home for him then the rest of the clan will probably warm up to him eventually. But make sure he's big and healthy enough to defend himself before you re-introduce him. Also, introduce him to the group gradually.
That is quite a coincidence. It looks like the strays in your area know youre a sucker and they come find you because they know you will take care of them.
I like most cats better than I like most people. I'll try to be nicer if you try to be smarter.
Yes, I might as well have "sucker" painted on my mailbox. Not really a generous soul though--I had them fixed cause the durn things kept having babies every five minutes. If I didnt do SOMETHING, I was goign to end up liek one of those cat hoarders you see on TV...wading through piles of feces and tripping over cats on teh way to the car! Found a low cost clinic int he area that did them for $30-40 each, including shots, so wasn't too terrible. Good news about the little fella...er, gal I guess now. After my daughter found the three kittens, she brought them into the house and the new kitty instantly glommed onto them. They were delighted to ahve a new playmate. We let them snuggle for a bit, then put them all in the crate together. THEn we brought Banjo in. She was a bit perplexed about this 4th kid, but after about 15 minutes she licked her a little, then layed down so the gang could nurse. She didn't nurse this time, now that she wasn't starving anymore she didn't feel the need I guess. But she did curl up next to the babies and mama and seemed SO happy and relieved to ahve found a family. She had been yowling non stop almost since we found her, now she was FINALLY quiet. She spent the day inside with my daughter, who gave her a bath, fed her oatmeal, and snuggled with her on the couch. By the end of the afternoon this formerly wild cat was a born again couch potato. We put her back in the barn with Banjo's kitties, and so far, so good-she is just curling up with them. Hopefully, now that she knows where to get a meal and a warm place to sleep, she will be just fine. Course now my daughter is in love with her and insisting on keeping her...like 6 cats and 7 kittens wasn't enough!