Saturday evening I got a call that one of the cats that I raised from 5 weeks of age and adopted out 1.5 years ago was dumped at a humane society branch in the next county. The idiot adopters think we won't find out when they do that, but don't remember that all of our cats are microchipped, registered to Heartland, and we get notified. Duh! This is my third return, and all were dumped in the next county by people living in this county.
Tracie was returned for supposedly peeing outside the box, eating furniture, and destroying the house. I called the adopter. Her mom said her daughter gave Tracie to a coworker last fall to rehabilitate. It was the coworker that dumped her 4 months later. The only room I had available was one vacated a couple weeks ago by 6 cats I'd kept for 4 months for a friend who was told by animal control she had 24 hours to get rid of all but 2 of her animals in the apartment. She had 7 cats, a rabbit and a dog. I spent two hours cleaning the room Sunday morning since it was such a mess, I just couldn't deal with it before I had to. More hair in a month than you could imagine, stuffing pulled out of the recliner, and they somehow figured out how to open the cabinet doors from the top platform of the cat tree, shred two rolls of paper towels and then close the door behind them. All the cats were so good, though, it was fun to have them. They're now in their mom and dad's new house.
I left the house at noon. When I got to the humane society and told the lady why I was there, there were whispers and strange looks exchanged among the employees. The lady even came around and sat by me in the waiting area. Now, I was really worried. Seems "Diamond," as Tracie was renamed, was not a happy camper and was letting everyone know. Nobody wanted to get her out of the cage and into my carrier! I went back with the lady to the cages. The girls couldn't find a net, but they did bring elbow-length leather gloves and a fake hand on a stick. I had put my finger up to the cage while they were getting their props and Tracie seemed fine and sniffed and licked me. She was okay when they touched her with the fake hand, so glove girl reached in, grabbed her and put her in the carrier without any problems. Not quite the banshee I was expecting. She was fine all the way home. When I opened the carrier door to her pristine and quiet room, I didn't know if she'd attack me or what, but she just stayed in the carrier. I opened a can of food, and heard my company arrive for Mom's 82nd birthday party. I'd picked her up on my way home. Never did get my shower or hair washed, but, hey, it was just my family. Got down there once mid-party to check on her and she gave me a little sassy meow and went behind the chair. After everybody left, I went down and Tracie was laying on the recliner (which I had covered with a sheet). I gave her the other half can of food and scooped a pee ball out of the litter box. No smell of urine anywhere else. She seemed perfectly fine, but I didn't try to pet her, just talked to her. At 10pm I took my Kindle in and read in the recliner for 45 minutes while she layed on the cat tree.
She's just beautiful. A medium-haired, mostly white, diluted calico. It's possible she was just stressed out from the dogs at both houses, and who-knows-what-else. She goes in for a vet checkup tomorrow. Monday I picked her up and held her when she came over and rubbed on my hand, and she was perfectly fine when I clipped four matted balls of fur from her neck. She's only gone in the litter box and hasn't eaten a single piece of furniture. Here is my "wild, destructive, misbehaving" cat.
She's a beauty! And yeah, the poor sweetie probably was just super-stressed by her living conditions. Stupid humans. Bless you for taking her back into your home. Lots of purrs from us that she finds a good forever home, the RIGHT one for her!
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Awww, poor baby. She's safe and sound now. I'm glad.
ReplyDeleteAww she's such a pretty girl! Hopefully she can find a new home with out dogs!
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