Yes my life IS cats now. So a few months ago I started catching sight of a scruffy looking cat but it was very skittish of people and cats. I would only see it maybe twice or three times a month until about three weeks ago.
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It started hanging around at night and making weird yowls like it was in heat, and, it was starving. Just bones and unkempt hair. I got it to eat and it went at it hard eating just disturbing amounts of food for a couple of weeks.
I named her Possum because in the dark coming across the yard one night I saw her and thought she was a possum. She is dark with a pink nose and a triangle of white on her face.
I arranged to have her fixed and chipped this Tuesday and trapped her last Thursday. We kept her in a room we have adapted for quarantining cats. She continued to eat a lot and started to groom.
She turned out to be he. Not sure what the noises were about when he showed up but it wasn't estrus. Maybe that is just what a starving cat does when it gets hungry enough. He is a very small cat but he has at least doubled in weight since his arrival. I thought he was maybe seven or eight months old but the vet said eighteen to twenty.
I can't believe he still has a tail. Right at the base there is a 90 degree bend and then another and the vertebrae are busted up. It was broken badly and not properly healed but it causes him no pain and the tail works like a tail.
Possum was clearly not a feral so I could not put him back out there. I was looking to adopt him out but he comes and sits pressed against my leg and wants never ending face scratching.
My wife tonight said "look at him. He trusts you completely and nothing else. We can't send him off to someone new it would be traumatic." So I guess we now have three indoor cats. I'll keep him in the room for another week or so as Caspar and Nora Lou Who get used to him.
When I die they can just lay me out on a pile of litter and all the cats can bury me.