ok, so this isn’t about ruby…for once, but it is still about fostering (per se) as fostering is what i based this whole blog on….my feral cat, kipper, has finally returned after having dissapeared for 7 weeks. kipper is a calico, believed to be about 5-6 years old. she started coming around our house about 5 years ago. we fed her a little not knowing what would eventually come of this ONE CAT!
long story short, we found her and her two babies living under a shed in my sister’s neighbors yard. the two kittens were friendly enough that we rescued them and found them new permanent homes, but kipper was too wise for us. but after getting to know me she started frequenting our home almost every day for food….she also kept my garage void of mice (total win win). she eluded trapping for about 3 years and we did have to go through at least two litters that we know of. the first litter she brought by my house regularly and the kittens were easy to trap and spay/neuter….one of them, snickers, was actually adopted out by one of her vet techs! the other, buster (or buster brown as i called him a lot), lived in my garage for about a year and then one day just disaapeared. however, i was not and am not as worried about him as i was for kipper since we had also trapped and neutered 3 other tom cats in our hood and they all took off after my torturous actions towards them…you should have seem them run when i opened the trap…..never to be seen again, but i’m sure have taken over as boss of the hood on the next block or so.
however, kipper was the one thing that i could count on….on my doorstep every night waiting for her dinner. during the warmer months it was dry adult kibble and during the winter months it was kitten kibble (to give her the extra calories; fattening up for the harsh winter) with some heated canned cat food! total yum for her, she loved the stuff.
when we see the cats on our front porch the sign they know (that tells them i know they are there) is for me to tap on the door window and they head for the garage door. i open it set down the food and water on a rug in the garage and they come in (great for the winter as they can catch a break from the cold wind and snow) and eat til their heart’s content. however, on occasion, one or two of them have been trapped in the garage, however, so very briefly, in the garage door must come down (the 6″ or so its open) before it can go back up again, so bob has come home from work and accidentally trapped her inside. when this has happened before, she has left us for about a week but never any longer….until this last time. seven worrisome weeks went by before she came back to eat yesterday. she wouldn’t however come into the garage, so i warmed up the canned food and put it on the front porch for her, hoping that it will lessen the fear and she will make it a habit of once again returning on a daily basis.
its just a huge relief for me as i’ve grown very fond of kipper (who got her name from z as she loved the children’s cartoon ‘kipper the dog’. we were finally able to trap her about 2-3 years ago (with a very large contraption) thanks to serena at feral feline project http://feralfelineproject.org/ (who i’ve been working with since we noticed kippers first litter). she has been spayed and we are happy to report that she, by herself, will no longer be helping to populate our little neighborhood with homeless kitties. however, i have one more that is too, ever elusive. we named him garth, after my fav country singer, as he’s a bit plump (actually obese in the winter) and slightly crossed-eyed and that makes him absolutely adorable. garth only comes around to eat in the winter months when i can’t trap him, so the quandry continues as to how to get this guy and fix him once and for all. i honestly think he is one of kipper’s offspring as we haven’t had any ‘new’ cats come by in about 3 years, but if he’s like any of his brothers or his father (which ever one it was) he too will dissapear and i will miss his adorable face. i will try to get some pics of them if i can, but its hard because even after all these years, they still don’t trust me enough to let me get closer than about 3′ to them….sad, but true.
oh, and yes as all things relate back to ruby, on her new taste menu yesterday….warm, canned cat food! OMG, this dog was in total heaven…oh and for desert she licked the inside wrapper of a butter finger candy bar….so what, the chocolate is going to kill her? (ok, maybe that was in bad taste, but we do need to lighten things up a bit, too!)