Read the Introduction, to get the general picture of my interaction with the alley cats, and the Summary, to put the stories on a timeline.
Feeding was done as usually, by my husband. He goes every second day at the further away colonies, but once a day where he knows there are kittens as they really need the food. The colony near our place is spoiled and gets food and back scratches twice a day.
This last Friday, as every Friday this month I've had an appointment with Org T, for assessment of some cats for admission for adoption. I'll write a post explaining their process of getting the cats in for adoption, soon.
As I said in the Introduction I was able at the end of last year, to get into the Org T non kill adoption shelter some cats that I was fostering in my spare rooms. It felt good to have those rooms squeaky clean and be able to use them for their intended purpose (my art studio and spare bedroom). But I also thought, thinking at the experience of last spring when I've got in many sick kittens, that I better take them in now, healthy, then later sick...
You know for sure the idea "Build it and they'll come" from the movie Field of dreams... It was something like that. My husband was worried for few weeks now because a young friendly female (under a year), that was always scared of the older cats in the colony anyhow, had her back hurt, some fur missing, so probably bitten, then he haven't seen her for few weeks. So when he saw her, he got her home and became our Genie . Then, at the newest colony, as he got to be able to touch the cats, he realized a big friendly teddy bear had a terrible ear infection (blood and puss coming out). He also has an damaged eye, it's all white. Poor guy. My husband went looking for him every day, but he came just Friday morning. Once home, we named him Phoenix that later was reborn into Hagrid.
Friday afternoon I took them both to Org T, and the girl, Genie got in, Phoenix/ Hagrid didn't. He wasn't considered friendly. And of course, being brought in just that morning, then put in the car, plus he is not feeling good, plus he has all the testosterone from not being fixed he was scared. So they've made an appointment for him in two weeks for TNR (Trap, Neuter, Release). I was sad that he has to endure the pain of his hurt ear two more weeks, I cannot afford to pay the regular vet the few hundreds of dollars they would want to put him under anesthesia and clean his ears, plus Org T is gonna do it anyway while neutering him. And being put under anesthesia for both procedures so close one to another would be stressful too. On the other hand, two weeks in the house will make him relax enough to be friendly and be admitted for adoption, because he is friendly with us. Otherwise, don't worry, I'll foster him and try to admit him again in few months. It's just that with TNR they also clip the ear, it's standard procedure... And he'll take room in my house and I won't be able to bring somebody else in.
While being at Org T, I went to visit the cats that I have brought in. Lily and Coco (mom and daughter) are there from two week ago, Coco is very shy, and visiting helps her relax. Then I've got to the kitten room, only it was all empty. Volta and Tesla (sisters) got adopted together. So I've decided to make appointment for next Friday Misty and Sharky (other siblings that I've got home as babies. I didn't want to bring them in until Volta and Tesla got a home, because all of them are black (black beauties that is). I didn't want them to compete with each other because Misty and Sharky are way more friendly then Tesla and Volta because they stayed with me longer. While at Org T. I've also inquired about Oki and Hope, two siblings I've brought in two weeks before, but they were still on the clinic floor, not on the adoption floor.
And this is not all that happened this week... On Thursday I've got a picture in a text from my husband, with a starved kitten discovered next to his dead brother, in a building in construction. They were locked in and it seams nobody entered there in few weeks. The guys that found him ran and bought some food from a convenience store, and my husband ran to pick him up. It got home late Thursday. We asked the guy that found him to name him and he said Rocky. He was really just skin and bones... Our vet was closed already, otherwise I would have splurged and gotten him to the vet. He ate again and I gave him water with a syringe. We've decided to pray for the best and not take him to emergency room, damn money. He made it... But we realized he was hurt at the left front paw. It didn't seam broken, maybe an old injury that healed badly or maybe rickets from being malnourished. Being at Org T the next day I asked if they would take him in hurt like that, They said yes if friendly. So I added him on the appointment for next Friday.
And that is all that happened this week...
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