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Miss Gimpy has profoundly changed post-spay. She was an absolute sweetheart of a cat before, but now she galumps (it sounds just like that) along the porch batting around acorns. She also gets the zoomies just like inside cats do (and it always seems to startle Mommy Cat and Orange Boi). She loves to trot around after me when I go outside, often getting under my feet. Best of all, she will live a much healthier, and longer, life.
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The Enemy now comes on the porch in broad daylight. He has to sit at the edge and wait for everyone else to eat, and then when Orange Boi was done “burying” all the bowls, he was allowed to come eat while Orange Boi watched from the roof of the nearby cat house. As soon as he was done eating, he crept away into the woods again. What was more adorable though was Tiny Face and Daddy Cat. They came and left dinner together. He still has a very bad limp but seems to be able to put weight on that arm now. Tiny trotted after him rubbing on him and head butting him as they walked back down to the guest cabin together. It was completely adorable. I did take some food down there and left it for them there. Daddy has lost some weight, I assume he isn’t hunting well right now while his arm heals, and I don’t want him losing any more. And last night at exactly 12:45am the growls started again (pretty much the moment I laid down). This time I went out with the broom and the long haired black boy with white whiskers was staring down Orange Boi.
Again. I chased him off the porch and then waited to see where he went. As I suspected, he went to the woodshed. Fine, I figured I would put some food in there to make him less inclined to fight on the porch for it. If I can get him to KEEP going there then I can nab him and can get the nuts nipped. So I come back in the house to get the food. Take some to Orange Boi for holding the front again, and head to the shed. Only this time as I am walking down the ramp off the porch, I slip and fall. Seriously, if I was going to fall wouldn't it make more sense that it happened as I was running around like a mad woman and waving a cheetah print broom at a big fluffy cat? No, I fall when casually walking. I landed on my left forearm. IT swelled up immediately and my hand is tingly still. I am sure it is not broken but holy crap it hurts to have my shirt touching it! (ETA, the BigMan thinks I did get a hairline fracture.) I also am starting to think Orange Boi is one of the four that used to be pets. He is way to social (and very, very easy to pick up and handle), to be fully a feral animal. They also now have a heated water dish, because spoiling cats is clearly a hobby around here. I just got a message that Miss Layla won some yummy food from Applaws from their holiday promo on Facebook! SO EXCITING! This is one of the foods I regularly use and all of the Savannahs love it. I cannot wait to get it in the mail.
The cat fight outseide last night was bad. Really bad. They rolled across the porch, then someone slammed into my window, and then they fought down the hill and back up. Even when I turned the lights on, I could not see which cat was facing down Orange Boi, but I am guessing it was the long hair black and white from the previous night.
Orange Boi looks a little ruffled today but doesn’t seem too injured. He took good care of his ladies and protected the castle. I 100% am also sure that I know the origin of the banshee wailing myths. There is NO way that that did not originate in the long growls, howls, and soaring wails of two meatball head cats getting ready to throw down. Was in bed all comfy and I heard the unholy, low howl that precedes two cats having a brawl. It was coming from the front porch to I turn on the light.
Orange Boi was puffed to twice his size and was having a stare down with the long haired black cat with white whiskers. I have seen them duke it out before so I figured eventually Orange Boi would chase him off the porch and I could go to sleep. No. The dumbasses are just going to sit and growl at each other. I banged on the windows to try to get the interloper to run but they both just looked at me. I had to get bundled up and go outside at 12:40 at night to scare off the other cat because they clearly didn’t care about my sleep schedule. Meanwhile Gimpy was sitting in her heated cat house with her head out the door just watching it all as though she had the private box at a ball game. Lol I never get tired of playing with the feets, of cuddling this Puddin'. Nimar loved his people, but didn't allow all of this sort of snuggling. I am blessed with such a sweet boy now.
Daddy Cat is still limping, but is moving around better than before. He is eating well, and is letting me pet him again. I cannot see any swelling, but I am not foolish enough to try to grab his foot. Daddy will NOT even investigate the cat houses, but I learned that he has a pretty serious set of tunnels he has made in the leaves under the juniper out front. Mommy has been choosing to sleep with him there, so I am guessing it is a pretty warm nest for cuddling. Charcoal (one of Gimpy's spring babies) seems to have officially joined the herd. I still don't know if this pretty cat is a she or he, but it is definitely blind in one eye. It will come up to me to feed, and I can touch it while it eats, but not at any other time. I think with a few more weeks of work I can improve our relationship to a catching point. (I have learned it is MUCH easier to just get them to the point where they let me pick them up and I can shove them into a crate than it is to try to trap a specific cat because the only ones I ever seem to trap are Orange Boi and Tiny Face... and I catch those idiots repeatedly when I DONT want them.). Charcoal also seems interested in the cat houses on the porch. Hoping maybe Gimpy lets it sleep with her on cold nights. I did learn a lot about these cats though. Things that make my heart hurt and that make me angry. We are on a rural road with only a few other houses. One of the other neighbor's feeds these cats as well, and I was talking to her recently and she told me the background on these cats. Apparently there was a resident of this street a few years back that had a dog and four unfixed indoor-outdoor cats. When she moved, she took the dog but just said she was going to leave the cats. She had pets that she just abandoned to fend for themselves (and procreate like crazy). Daddy Cat and Miss Gimpy were definitely two of them, as is a gray and white one that lives on the neighbors porch. This makes me so horribly angry, especially given how utterly sweet some of these cats are, and how much they want human attention and interaction. So we have an over population of cats that I am trying hard to now control, and I am being left to make potentially hard decisions, because someone else couldn't be sussed to make hard decisions herself. Yes, this bothers me. On a somewhat lighter not, I learned that apparently Orange Boi is the neighborhood bully. He goes up to her house and beats up other cats and leaves without even having dinner. I am hoping that he will get some better manners now that he has been denutted. (He is a lover to humans, but apparently is a punk as soon as he leaves our property.) The current neighbor is familiar with other members of my crew too. She calls Daddy Cat "Big Head", Miss Gimpy is "Old Lady" (and the neighbor was very happy to hear she is doing well), and Orange Boi is "Golden Boy". One of Mommy's previous boys that I call Mochi is "Oreo", though the bully doesn't let any of Mommy's previous kittens up here any more, I do see both Mochi and Bandit hunting in the field here. |
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