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summer_jackel) wrote2009-07-15 11:24 am
summer_jackel) wrote2009-07-15 11:24 am
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Trucker
I've been looking for Trucker since April. I didn't have a whole lot of hope, and then she showed up.
Trucker is my mom's roughly 10-year-old Balinese, and oh man has this cat had a rough life. Over the last decade my mom has made a lot of money selling kittens, and as she's gotten crazier and her situation more precarious, her care of the cats deteriorated a lot. Trucker has probably had something like 13 litters, including Nocturne's. I've been itching to steal and spay her for years. Trucker was born when I was still spending a lot of time with my mom, so I really bonded to her. She's an amazingly sweet cat.
So in her most recent move, my mom had a couple weeks when she had nowhere to keep her cats but her friend's barn. This is where I'm boarding Bey and Equinox. They all stuck around but Trucker, who I never saw when I was feeding them. Mom never saw her again either, and while I hoped she'd found herself a home, I was afraid that the resident feral cats had driven her off.
When I got back from feeding ponies on Monday, Trucker was sitting next to my truck, looking forlorn and purring loudly. She's now locked in my bathroom. I spent about an hour cutting the mats out of her coat...pretty much all of her sides were solid mat...and pulling over a dozen foxtails that had made their way through the mats and were buried in her skin. I didn't get all choked up until she turned around and started grooming my wrist.
She's literally starving, but her runny nose is clearing after a day of antibiotics, which is good. She seems exhausted and unwell, but not fatally sick...let's hope she didn't get anything awful from the ferals. She's missing a few teeth and acts older than Magic (who is about 15), but her attitude is happy and unflappably calm. This is one made-of-leather survivor of a beat-up ol' cat, and whatever I end up doing with her, I'm finally in a position to give her decent care and &^^%$#!!!! spay her. I remain pissed about the whole situation, but that bit makes me happy.
Trucker is my mom's roughly 10-year-old Balinese, and oh man has this cat had a rough life. Over the last decade my mom has made a lot of money selling kittens, and as she's gotten crazier and her situation more precarious, her care of the cats deteriorated a lot. Trucker has probably had something like 13 litters, including Nocturne's. I've been itching to steal and spay her for years. Trucker was born when I was still spending a lot of time with my mom, so I really bonded to her. She's an amazingly sweet cat.
So in her most recent move, my mom had a couple weeks when she had nowhere to keep her cats but her friend's barn. This is where I'm boarding Bey and Equinox. They all stuck around but Trucker, who I never saw when I was feeding them. Mom never saw her again either, and while I hoped she'd found herself a home, I was afraid that the resident feral cats had driven her off.
When I got back from feeding ponies on Monday, Trucker was sitting next to my truck, looking forlorn and purring loudly. She's now locked in my bathroom. I spent about an hour cutting the mats out of her coat...pretty much all of her sides were solid mat...and pulling over a dozen foxtails that had made their way through the mats and were buried in her skin. I didn't get all choked up until she turned around and started grooming my wrist.
She's literally starving, but her runny nose is clearing after a day of antibiotics, which is good. She seems exhausted and unwell, but not fatally sick...let's hope she didn't get anything awful from the ferals. She's missing a few teeth and acts older than Magic (who is about 15), but her attitude is happy and unflappably calm. This is one made-of-leather survivor of a beat-up ol' cat, and whatever I end up doing with her, I'm finally in a position to give her decent care and &^^%$#!!!! spay her. I remain pissed about the whole situation, but that bit makes me happy.
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