From Pixie, with love
Yeah, I know, I'm never here anymore. Mainly because I've been seduced by the great time-suck that is Facebook. Six months behind the curve, as always, but nonetheless I'm there. It's not hard to find me, if you want to. And I'll even send you everything from grenade launchers to coconut trees to pretty eggs to good karma, as desired. :)
But now that I am here, it's only to let my cat tell you a story....
Crossposted from Catster:
A new baby kitty walked determinedly into our lives on Monday night. She looks like she's at least part Turkish Van, with calico ear spots and tail. She's "horribly emaciated" according to the volunteers at Forgotten Cats (feral TNR clinic), and Grandma has already named her Taffy (since she's possibly Turkish!) There are two pictures of her on my page, but she's looking pretty scruffy right now, because apparently she's been through quite an ordeal. Mama may make her own page a little later, when she's not so busy nursing her!
How all this happened was: Mama was TRYING to trap Fizzgig yet again Monday night, but she wound up trapping Taffy twice instead, within half an hour. She'd never even seen this little kitty before, so the first time she let her loose and tried again for Fizz. But the second time, she decided that since Taffy was evidently far more interested in eating food than she was scared of being trapped, she'd take what Bast was so obviously giving her!
Now Mama is glad she made that decision, because Taffy probably needed immediate help more than Fizzgig does. At Forgotten Cats on Tuesday they couldn't even figure out that she was already spayed before the doctor made an incision, because she is so emaciated that her skin is thin and the scar doesn't show. So unfortunately she now has a small tummy wound. They also had a hard time bringing her out from under the anesthesia. They think she's probably under a year old, so they classified her as a kitten. She was checked for a microchip, but doesn't have one.
Once Mama heard she was so malnourished, she decided to bring her home and work on getting her into better shape. Taffy slept on Mama most of Tuesday evening - Mama thought the warm body contact, hearing her heartbeat, and getting a gentle massage would help her come out of the anesthesia. She finally woke up around 11 pm and Daddy cuddled her for a little while, and she started taking a little cat food soup early Wednesday morning.
Taffy's living in a kennel now in our laundry room, just so she can rest and relax and recuperate from her ordeal - and not have to meet the 8 of us all at once! Mama hasn't tried weighing her yet, but she thinks she's only about 3 pounds. She doesn't look it because of her long coat, but she is so skinny Mama can feel her ribs, all her vertebrae, and the places the bones fit together on her skull. She also seems to have an upper respiratory thing of some sort, and Mama doesn't want that going all through the house. Mama will take her to the vet if it doesn't get better in a couple of days, but right now Taffy's eating and seems content, so Mama doen't want to stress her any more if it's not necessary.
Taffy's getting fed cat food soup mixed with Catsure nutritional supplement and also hi-calorie nutritional gel so she can put some weight on - small amounts many times a day for now, until she builds up some strength. She doesn't seem strong enough to do more than nibble at dry food, but it's always available to her. Mama was pleased to discover that at least she's not dehydrated - she's peed healthy amounts several times.
She's very tame and likes cuddling, and loves to have Mama pet her or hold her food while she's eating, so she's definitely not going back outside to live. Mama thinks given her condition, her being spayed, and her inability to find sufficient food outdoors, she was probably a throwaway former pet. :( HISSSSSSSS! Mama keeps referring to her as a "foster", but given that Grandma decided to name her this morning, I'm a bit suspicious of how that's going to turn out!
I go into the laundry room to visit when Mama goes in there, and so does Cow!Cat. The other cats and the dog don't seem to know Taffy's here yet - I guess that's our little secret!
Big-sister chirps and mrrrrrs,
Pixie
=^..^=!
But now that I am here, it's only to let my cat tell you a story....
Crossposted from Catster:
A new baby kitty walked determinedly into our lives on Monday night. She looks like she's at least part Turkish Van, with calico ear spots and tail. She's "horribly emaciated" according to the volunteers at Forgotten Cats (feral TNR clinic), and Grandma has already named her Taffy (since she's possibly Turkish!) There are two pictures of her on my page, but she's looking pretty scruffy right now, because apparently she's been through quite an ordeal. Mama may make her own page a little later, when she's not so busy nursing her!
How all this happened was: Mama was TRYING to trap Fizzgig yet again Monday night, but she wound up trapping Taffy twice instead, within half an hour. She'd never even seen this little kitty before, so the first time she let her loose and tried again for Fizz. But the second time, she decided that since Taffy was evidently far more interested in eating food than she was scared of being trapped, she'd take what Bast was so obviously giving her!
Now Mama is glad she made that decision, because Taffy probably needed immediate help more than Fizzgig does. At Forgotten Cats on Tuesday they couldn't even figure out that she was already spayed before the doctor made an incision, because she is so emaciated that her skin is thin and the scar doesn't show. So unfortunately she now has a small tummy wound. They also had a hard time bringing her out from under the anesthesia. They think she's probably under a year old, so they classified her as a kitten. She was checked for a microchip, but doesn't have one.
Once Mama heard she was so malnourished, she decided to bring her home and work on getting her into better shape. Taffy slept on Mama most of Tuesday evening - Mama thought the warm body contact, hearing her heartbeat, and getting a gentle massage would help her come out of the anesthesia. She finally woke up around 11 pm and Daddy cuddled her for a little while, and she started taking a little cat food soup early Wednesday morning.
Taffy's living in a kennel now in our laundry room, just so she can rest and relax and recuperate from her ordeal - and not have to meet the 8 of us all at once! Mama hasn't tried weighing her yet, but she thinks she's only about 3 pounds. She doesn't look it because of her long coat, but she is so skinny Mama can feel her ribs, all her vertebrae, and the places the bones fit together on her skull. She also seems to have an upper respiratory thing of some sort, and Mama doesn't want that going all through the house. Mama will take her to the vet if it doesn't get better in a couple of days, but right now Taffy's eating and seems content, so Mama doen't want to stress her any more if it's not necessary.
Taffy's getting fed cat food soup mixed with Catsure nutritional supplement and also hi-calorie nutritional gel so she can put some weight on - small amounts many times a day for now, until she builds up some strength. She doesn't seem strong enough to do more than nibble at dry food, but it's always available to her. Mama was pleased to discover that at least she's not dehydrated - she's peed healthy amounts several times.
She's very tame and likes cuddling, and loves to have Mama pet her or hold her food while she's eating, so she's definitely not going back outside to live. Mama thinks given her condition, her being spayed, and her inability to find sufficient food outdoors, she was probably a throwaway former pet. :( HISSSSSSSS! Mama keeps referring to her as a "foster", but given that Grandma decided to name her this morning, I'm a bit suspicious of how that's going to turn out!
I go into the laundry room to visit when Mama goes in there, and so does Cow!Cat. The other cats and the dog don't seem to know Taffy's here yet - I guess that's our little secret!
Big-sister chirps and mrrrrrs,
Pixie
=^..^=!