Last Sunday, in the middle of the extreme cold that has been affecting the whole country Ms. Kitty showed up. Actually, she was under one of our storage buildings near our house. It's elevated about 6" and she was under it trying to find shelter.
When my DH want outside that morning, she began "yelling" at him. He was afraid she had been injured so he called to her and surprisingly she came to him. Her feet seemed to be tender from the cold but she rolled over as if she wanted to get a belly rub.
No collar or any indication of prior ownership, and continued this "verbal" assault. You could tell she had been trying to survive on her own because the claws on front and back feet were nothing but "stumps". Poor thing . . . it was clear she wasn't going anywhere and was desperately trying to communicate.
How can anyone ignore a suffering animal? We didn't have a cat so he fed her some of our dog food which she ate ravenously. He didn't see any visible signs of injury, only that the bitter cold definitely wasn't doing her any good.
I went out to get my take on the situation. She seemed very friendly and purring profusely as she continued to "talk" to me. "Yelling" really would describe it better. I was very skeptical of Ms. Kitty at that point. So many questions . . . was she healthy or pregnant? Did she belong to someone and how would we ever find her owner? The only thing that was clear at that point is that she needed shelter and food.
We decided to make a make-shift enclosure out of a plastic container to put on the porch with some bedding for her to get in out of the cold. On the south side of the house, there was even some heat gain during the afternoon and she eagerly went into the enclosure to stay warm.
Well, you guessed it, we decided to go out to get supplies for "kitty". What else could we do? Such a nice kitty after all. We made a spot in the workshop for her complete with an igloo that she took to right away. No visible health problems and used the cat box regularly.
Because of her size, I was afraid she was going to have kittens. I'm going out of town next week and didn't think I was going to have the time to take her to the Vet till I got back. She had become much calmer knowing she had a warm place to stay at night and regular food.
Yesterday, I just couldn't take not knowing if she was going to have a litter of kittens while I was gone and decided I had to take her to the Vet. She traveled well in the car with little "complaining" and was very calm while waiting our turn to be seen.
The first thing they did was scan her for a micro-chip after they heard my story and found none. When our turn to see the doc finally came, I relayed the story once again and let her out of the carrier for the vet to examine her.
Well, "Ms. Kitty is Mr. Kitty" and he is already neutered! OMG I am so happy. He pranced and purred the whole time he was with the Doc. He weighs in at 12.7 pounds. Doc guesses he's around a year old. After being wormed and receiving shots, I took him home very relieved we weren't going to have kittens.
He is mostly black with medium length fur, with white markings on his feet with glorious long white whiskers. Quite a handsome fellow although a little un-kept at the moment. Nothing that a little proper diet and shelter won't take care of. Not to mention regular love and care.
I have always wanted a "Sylvester" cat and honestly, he adopted us, so that shall be his name. How "purrfect" is that (sorry for the corn . . . I couldn't help myself)? I don't have any pictures yet, but I'll post some soon. I'm a happy girl . . .