Elizabeth, Chris and Wendy,
Thanks so much for the encouragement and prayers. I've always felt
like the ferals in my care are just as much a part of my family as the
animals in my house. We all have a connection and they trust me as far
as their circumstances will allow them to. I talked to an AC once and
asked her who had left me two little dead birds as a present in between
the feeding dishes. I was upset about the birds, but I knew it was a
gift of gratitude and love. It started a couple of days after I began
feeding canned food along with dry, (one of the ferals was aging and I
was trying to help keep him hydrated). The first day I saw the little
dead bird I grimaced and hoped it wouldn't happen again. The next day
there was a baby mocking bird, one of my favorite types of birds, and I
thanked whichever cat it was and asked that they please not do it
again, I like birds better when they're alive. I never got another
baby bird present. Anyway, when I asked the AC which of the cats had
left me the presents, she told me it was the skinny intact male. My
Ceasar!
Nina
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Prayers going up for you and Caesar, Nina.
Last year I caught the most pitiful Tom and took him to the
vet. He looked terrible. He had large abscesses on both sides of his
face, terrible sores, his ears were shredded. What fur he did have was
matted beyond belief and he had no fur on his tail. He was quite beat
up and his head and face disfigured from his battles. He was skin and
bones. I didn't think he was going to make it but he did! His ear
will never look quite right but now he has a beautiful coat and a sweet
disposition. I named him Merlin. A family in the neighborhood adopted
him but any time he gets out he comes to my front porch. I am hoping
so much that Caesar will make it too. Please let us know how it goes
tomorrow.
elizabeth
In a message dated 7/6/2006 8:42:55 P.M. Pacific Standard Time,
[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: You guys all know I caretake a couple of small colonies of
ferals. You
may have heard me talk about Caesar, "the one that got away". He's a
big tabby Tom that I tried to trap for a very long time and nothing I
came up with worked. He disappeared about a year ago and I figured he
was either killed or found a new territory. Well, he showed up a
couple
of days ago looking really bad. He's emaciated, has open sores all
over
his body, hair loss from who knows what, and limping on his right rear
leg. Yesterday he was in an area that, had I been prepared, I could
have gotten a net over him. The feral group I belong to convinced me
not to try to net him, since he's an adult intact Tom, even though he's
sick. I was very lucky to find someone to borrow a drop trap from and
the good news is, I got him tonight. The bad news is, he's even sadder
looking up close. He was bleeding from the nose and his drool
contained
blood too. The vet's office where I take ferals to agreed to see him
if
I bring him in first thing tomorrow. I'm sick with worry over how bad
he looks. I'm afraid she's going to tell me to pts. Please pray that
whatever is going on with Ceaser, it's something he can recover from.
Thanks everyone, I know how much power this group has, and as always, I
appreciate your support,
Nina
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