I saw that cat today, sitting on a porch. I called him. He looks awful. So awful. He did not come but he looked at me. I made a great show of setting his food out next to the comfortable bed I'd made for him.
Remember that I told you that someone had posted about him on facebook? I'd messaged her last week and let her know that I was trying to work on him. The owner also posted that she'd like someone to take care of him, that her sister was supposed to be caring for him but he was afraid of her dog.
Anyways, that woman reached out to me on facebook again. She's very concerned about him as well. I said that I was trying to get him to trust me. She said that he's a very friendly cat and that she and her daughter pet him and hold him all the time. Because he was sick, she couldn't let him in the house because she did not have a cage and did not want him roaming in the house until they knew for sure what was wrong with him.
"I've got a cage," I offered. "I used it when we brought home a feral."
She actually lives across the street from us, so at 11:00, Tim and I were dragging the crate to her. We set it up for her. I asked her if she had cat litter.
She looked stricken. She had a litter pan.
I ran back across the street to get a bag of litter.
Much to my absolute delight, she was calling 'Louie' when I got to the end of the driveway. I heard him meow. "Come on~" she said. And that cat walked right up on her porch and followed her in the house. When I showed up with the litter, he was sitting in his cage, unperturbed, being petted. He flopped down to cock a leg over one ear and clean himself while we finished talking.
She's got someone who is not a vet but works quite a lot with the feral cat population. She will be stopping in to give the cat a once over and some medication. She is afraid that he might have a broken jaw.
But the good news is that he's inside now. The long term plan is to get him healthy and neutered. She's not sure if she can make a house cat out of him, but that's the goal.
What a happy ending!
That is fantastic news. What a wonderful end to the story. I hope whatever is wrong with him is fixable.ReplyDelete
I will be curious to know.Delete
Phew. Glad that has worked out for puss, but if he has a broken jaw, he'll need the vet, poor chap. At least he's in the warm now, and being cared for.ReplyDelete
He'll certainly need a vet at some point. She wants to get him neutered asap. But the not-a-vet is a stop gap. Weekend vet visits will cost you an arm and a leg.Delete
Hope the cat recovers and that he will be able to stay with the lady. This was an uplifting blog.ReplyDelete
I'll keep tabs. I can help pay for the neuter. She seems like a good hearted soul.Delete
It was a relief.Delete
Glad the wandering cat is being helped out. I can see you further down the road Debby working for a sanctuary for fallen cats;)ReplyDelete
Oh, I'm a sucker.Delete
Oh that is good newsReplyDelete
It is a relief.Delete
"Sweet Louie". Martha Starr.ReplyDelete
First time that I heard of her or that song. She had an interesting biography. Thanks, Dave!~Delete
Days of Our Lives... but for cats!ReplyDelete
LOL. About right.Delete
Good for you to help another kitty. I just made our monthly donation to the cat lady. She does a marvellous job without any official support.ReplyDelete
We really do have a nice little community of people here trying to help. I'm glad to be a part of it.Delete
Ah! Such a nice story. I am so glad that Louie is in a place where he feels comfortable and will be taken care of. Good job, Debby!ReplyDelete
I am so grateful to the woman. I can't even tell you how nice it felt not to worry about him last night.Delete
That is a happy ending. It's wonderful that you took such care of him.ReplyDelete
All I did was feed him. I was kind of amazed that the woman across the street had made such good progress with him.Delete
Yes, indeed, a happy ending! (Or, at least, the BEGINNING of a happy ending.) That cat doesn't realize how lucky he is!ReplyDelete
Thanks for your thoughtful comments on my post. We do indeed have controls on materials for older teens -- several systems designed to keep them out of the hands of the younger kids.
I really have been thinking about that all morning. There are lots of ways to look at it, aren't there?Delete
Hopefully not a broken jaw. Cleaning himself sounds encouraging.ReplyDelete
I thought so. His face looks crooked. The woman claims he has trouble eating, but I never noticed that when he ate at my house. I'm curious to see what the not-a-vet says when she makes her house call. He has eye problems. He's been in a fight. I don't know about the jaw.Delete
Oh gosh... What a happy ending. You have a heart of gold, Debby.ReplyDelete