I was hoping a Coworker would adopt our little Chevy, but when I probed him for an answer he was unsure he wanted to add another animal to his home. The chaos in the house was becoming overwhelming for me. The dog barking anytime the cats fussed, Chevy pouncing on covers as I tried to get my child to sleep… I felt as if I was going to break.
I decided to play the social media card as I know a LOT of animal loving people and was hoping one of them might make a good home for her. The same day I reached out a friend contacted me and said she wanted her and would come pick her up THAT evening. The answer was a blessing. My son knows the people and can get regular reports on the baby kitty when we see them and she didn’t care when I told her, “I do want to warn you she’s into everything.”
I have gotten updates that Chevy happily chases their dog around the house and snuggles with them at night. I am so thankful this little kitty found us and we were able to find her a kind and loving home. The house is almost a little too quiet, but much more peaceful.
It was a Thursday when she came to us.. . . because we couldn’t have a normal week. My husband had just taken out the trash and told me “We have chickens at our gate”. I seriously thought he was messing with me, but no sure enough there was a rooster and a chicken at our gate. Smudge took care of that and ran up on the fence scaring them across the street. I threw him in the house to keep him from getting any ideas about chasing them across the street and went back to my morning routine. I was strapping the boy in the car seat to take him to school when I heard the crying meow of a kitten. I turned around and started scanning. Sure enough, there was a baby kitten under my husband’s work truck. I picked her up, brought her inside, showed her to my husband, made a makeshift litter box out of a box added some food and litter and stuck her in the bathroom to deal with when we got home.
When I did rescue I fostered 8 kittens at once and I had promised myself after that I would never have another kitten again. Now I remember why. Kittens are a little on the crazy side. They are full of energy, that want to play all the time, with everything that moves, including the covers at bedtime.
The dog took to the kitten immediately adopting her like she was her own offspring. Playing with her and protecting her from the older cats. I’ll be honest. I didn’t want another cat. I was more than happy with our 3 cats and dog, but here she was and what are you supposed to do when they show up on your doorstep? I thought if it doesn’t work out she’s little and cute and we can find her a home.
Chevy is a pistol. She has no fear. Not of the dog, not of the cats. She is a brave explorer of anything she can climb. She even had the privilege of being looked in the lazy susan pantry due to her curiosity. She is already an excellent bug hunter and would probably flourish outside, but with as many snakes as we’ve had at our property lately I would never let her out being so small. When she is not being a wild huntress, she also has a softer side. You can pick her up and she immediately starts purring. You can hold her like a baby and she likes to get right up next to you to cuddle at night. She is quite a character. I’m just not sure she is the right character for our household.
We got her spayed this week and I talked to my friend in rescue about putting her in the adoption program. She is driving poor Boo nuts with all her antics, and the dog has been too aggressively protecting her baby. I can’t take all the barking every time one of the cats makes any type of sound that sounds like fussing. I have a co-worker who’s interested in her. I think he’s going to take her home this weekend or next week. I hope so, it would be nice to know where she ends up. It’s a little heartbreaking caring for a creature and then having to part with it, but we have to do what’s best for the whole homestead. I just hope the boy, as sensitive as he is, takes it ok.
Boo Kitty appeared in our yard a few months ago. I first spotted her across the street in the neighbors yard. She was trying to come across the street into our yard, but our “guard” kitty kept chasing her back across the street. The week following, our neighbor asked if we were missing a cat. I asked if it was a black cat and she said yes and I told her I thought it was a stray. She said she was going to feed it. I thought that was a grand idea. A week or so later she was lounging in our yard. The dog ran up to her and she just laid there in the yard. Sadie nudged her and pranced a little then nudged her again. The cat stayed where she was. The dog looked up at me with a goofy grin that said “We have a new kitty?” and that’s how we ended up with Boo.
Boo was nothing but skin and bones when she appeared in our house. My thought was, “I’m going to have to fatten this kitty up before I take her to get her spayed.” In the mean time, she has endured much torture by the child, has been bullied by our outside kitties, she’s also done a bit of bullying, at one point claiming the back porch and not letting the boys on it. She’s left us presents of lizards and finally found her way inside. Her confidence in the presence of the dog and her lovey, cuddliness in the house led me to believe that she had at one point in time been someone’s pet.
This past week we final made an appointment to get Boo spayed and this is where the story gets interesting. The vet tech called me in the afternoon after we had dropped her off and told me that when they had shaved her down in preparation for her spay they noticed she already had a spay scar. When we picked her up they hadn’t microchipped her either because she already had a microchip. Why I didn’t think to take her to get her scanned for a microchip I don’t know. I sucked it up and called the microchip company, because if it was my cat I’d want her back and I wanted to do the right thing. They said there was an owner listed and they would get back to me shortly. Not 5 minutes later my phone rang. It was my friend I’ve done rescue with for years. “Do you have my cat?” she asked me. We both laughed. What are the odds that this cat that showed up at my home was one from her rescue? “Do you want her back?” I asked. “No, you can keep her.” she told me.
So, Boo Kitty is ours. She is incredibly sweet but the addition of 2 cats over the past few months has upset the balance of the house. Smudge and Rocky try to chase Boo out of “their” yard if she goes outside, and inside she has to endure the torture of the baby kitty and the dog who barks at her if Boo fusses at the baby kitty because she thinks it is her baby kitty. We’ve been thinking about trying to make arrangements to either find Boo a new home or the baby kitty a new home, but the boy loves all his kitties and it is a rather hard decision to have to make. We are hoping maybe Grammy will take Boo to her house that way we can still see her on a regular basis. We will see how it goes. . . until then. . . Boo makes the decision harder because she does give the most awesome hugs.
Rocky is one of the cats that came with our house when we moved in 6 years ago. I’ll never forget the morning we met him. Sadie was going nuts in the backyard when I let her out for her morning potty. She was barking and bouncing around back and forth in front of the fence at something. I didn’t have my glasses on so I squinted through the morning haze. Is that a raccoon? Is that some sort of little wild cat? I put my glasses on and looked again. That is one huge cat….
Having done Rescue, it is instinctual for me to start feeding the strays to try to coax them into letting me get near enough to capture them to make sure they are spayed or neutered. (I might have even been that crazy neighbor who borrowed your unaltered male cat for a few days to make sure he wasn’t spreading the love around the neighborhood). So I set out on my mission to befriend this huge cat. I started putting food out for him and backing away and watching him eat to let him get used to me and slowly working my way closer and closer until I could Pet him.
It really didn’t take to long to win the big guy over. His heart is through his stomach. We named him Rocky because we had several instances of him boxing the dog, rolling the dog down the stairs and trying to attack a dog that came over for a playdate with Sadie. Rocky is a fighter. We call him our guard kitty because if we leave the property and leave the gate open he sits but the gate guarding, waiting for us to return. If a stray dog happens by Sadie will bounce and park hoping for a new friend and Rocky will pouf up and growl at them, daring them to come in our yard.
Rocky is also a big baby. He loves to be loved on and sneaks in the house when it’s cold or wet. He adores my husband and follows him around like a puppy. Whenever we are outside Rocky appears to hang out with us. He loves to be talked to and scratched.
One of his talents is hunting. Between him and the other outside kitties we have had all sorts of critters left around the yard…frogs, mice, rats, birds a snake… he is definitely in touch with his primal side and for weighing just shy of 20lbs he is surprisingly fast and agile.
I will always refer to him as the cat that came with the house, but if we ever move he is definitely coming with us.