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Originally Posted by Yorkiesatwork  OMG!! I re-read my post as well, and I can see how you misunderstood! I forgot to mention one very important detail... Molly only had the collar ON because the vet was able to put it on while she was under anesthesia for her annual dental check. I don't know why they left it too tight unless she had begun to wake up -- in which case NOBODY can touch her. She goes to a special cat clinic. The reg pet place here in town won't treat her. She came to my office door one day, bedraggled, dirty, pregnant and crying. I swear she looked me straight in the eyes and begged for help. I did not know she was ferral. She is indoor/outdoor and is affectionate on her own terms. She wants to be near me, but not touching me unless it's time for me to scratch her ears OR a storm is coming. She has different meow's for "I want to go to the basement"; "I want food"; I want to go outside"; and "I want my ears scratched". She's incredibly smart, and I love her. But if you come to my house, don't make eye contact; and don't lean down to pet her. It's amazing how our animals train us. |
OMG! Where do you live?
'Cuz I had a pregnant calico feral arrive at my house in 1998 that I could pet...
when given express permission. When her babies were 11 weeks old, she started thinking boy cats were interesting again, and was chauffeured to the vet to get spayed and shots. She got spayed but never got the shots 'cuz she let herself out of her cage at the vet hospital overnight and was never seen again...nor were we charged for the spay. Our poor vet...he didn't quite know how to give us the news! We all looked for her...combed the area several times...
I still have two of that litter who will be 14 in mid-June, and have lost two, one recently. Her name was Schitzie 'cuz, well, she was...schizophrenic, I mean...
Interestingly, she was the sweetest, nicest, most lovable, cuddly thing once those babies were born...until they started getting older, I mean, and OMG were we freaked when we had to bring them all in the house to keep them from drowning in the rain hours after she delivered. We wrapped heavy towels around DH's arms in case she decided to tear him to ribbons when we started picking up the kittens...but, she seemed relieved. She chose the oddest place to deliver.