National Feral Cat Day!!

Yup, today is National Feral Cat Day.  Take a look around you-- not literally since you're probably inside your house or coffee shop or office or what-have-you, but around your neighborhood, your home, the nearby restaurants.  There are homeless, feral cats who need your help-- yes, yours.  Trap-Neuter-Return is the only solution that works-- and the alternative is unthinkable. 

Visit Alley Cat Allies to find out how you can help.  (And if you're in the Phoenix area, then visit the Spay / Neuter Hotline). 

(Or, if you're mostly interested in *this* colony, feel free to drop a few bucks in the donation jar, as it looks like we'll be TNRing the rest of the colony (I hope, I hope) at the end of the month/beginning of next.)

Update on the Run!

Beatrice's Mommy is going to watch the colony this weekend, as I'll be away.  (She's also watching Mr Max.)  When I get back, Mr Max goes to the vet on Monday for his second set of shots, and to the vet on Friday to get neutered.  Once he's recovered, I'll be taking him to his forever home, to be with his brother former-foster Dean, and two more feline siblings. :)

The ferals are doing well-- and probably think they've suddenly ended up at an all you can eat banquet because I notice that not only is DNL feeding them again, but there are sometimes other caches of cat food scattered about.  Being a feral is hard, so I don't begrudge them the meals, but I hope I can get in touch with everyone to withhold food for a few days when it comes to TNR time.

Speaking of which, it looks like things are slowly moving forward on that front. (Pigpen, Tuxie, Paint, Barnaby?  I'm coming for you guys.)  In fact, the only *slow* part is *me*! (I am so crazy busy stressed ack!)  More news on that as I get it.

'Til my return, I highly recommend checking out the TNR blog for the Animal Defense League of Arizona.  You thought my trapping 12 cats in one night was impressive? Go see what real TNR veterans do! Amazing! (And then send them some monies, if you have it... y'know, for the kitties.)  :)

Meetup!

Today was my birthday!Guess what I did!

Well, don't actually, 'cause most of it was lousy.  But the part that wasn't lousy just so happened to be feral cat related, hence posting here in the blog. 

I had dinner with a group of people from the area all of whom care deeply abut feral cats, who work with them-- care for colonies, organize TNR, advocate for the sake of the cats. 

It was pretty awesome.  I got to see The Volunteer, who I hadn't seen since  Baby Beatrice was brought to me.  I got to meet some people I'd only spoken with on the phone, or online.  And most importantly I was reminded that I was not alone in caring about these often forgotten, much maligned creatures. 

If you're caring for feral cats, you probably already know about resources, but just in case-- look for Meet Up groups in your area, for mailing lists, for allies in helping you care for your ferals.  (And remember that caring isn't just feeding them, it's absolutely also TNR!!)

More of Max Playing

 

As long as nothing (read: me) moves too much, Max does, in fact, come out from behind the futon to play-- particularly with the turbo scratcher.  This doesn't necessarily please the house-cats, but it's a joy to watch Mr Max.

 

Max vs The Lobster

I mentioned before that now that Max is playing a little, he tries to play-fight with my hands. This is quite normal kitten behavior, of course, but having been on the receiving end of a full-grown cat who thought that it was fun to bunny-kick at one's wrists and gnaw on one's fingers, I'm all for taking Tam's advice and trying to redirect Max's play-energies. In this case, I want to redirect them to a stuffed lobster.

When allowed out of the Kitten Hatchery-- which is whenever I'm home and a awake-- Max makes a beeline for the futon, and hangs out behind it, as you can see here:


I try to coax him out (he juuuust fits between the slats of my futon), but sometimes he'd rather play than cuddle. So then I introduce the lobster.


 

 


 

Meds for Max

The vet called me back this afternoon to let me know that I need not worry-- even with blood in the stool. And she prescribed some medicine for Meester Max. I asked if this was treating the symptom or the underlying cause, and she said the latter-- that she thinks he has a bacterial imbalance. So for 10 days Max gets a dropper of meds twice daily.

I just gave him his first dose. I'm fairly certain that Beatrice was on the same meds (or it might have been Zoe and/or Malcom). But Max likes it a whole lot less. He was lying in the sink, so I popped the syringe in his mouth no problem, but apparently not far enough back into his mouth. He sat up and managed to spit some of the medicine out. I didn't know cats could spit! Then he shook his head a bunch and he looked like he was foaming at the mouth. It was hilarious but alas, there I was sans camera.

I cleaned him up and we'll try again in the morning with dose number 2. (I don't know how much he got into him, so I'm not willing to give him more tonight.) I'll update you on his gooey poo (don't you feel lucky??) as the meds take effect. (I asked the vet tech who gave me the meds how long 'til I should see signs of it working-- she said it could actually take up to two courses [20 days] of the meds, so we'll see.)

Eek.

So, Kitten Max is back in quarantine (ie: the Kitten Hatchery, ie: the bathroom.) For the past few days he's eaten less and less of his canned food (although he's still eating the dry) and his litter box didn't seem right somehow. Today I discovered ... well, it wasn't a pleasant first-thing-in-the-morning sight... exceptionally liquid poo next to the litter box. I then had the, uh, fortune? To see Max actually use the litter box, and also not pleasant... And also with a bit of blood in it.

So there's a phone call in to the vet regarding Mr Max's diarrhea, to which I'm waiting a response. Meanwhile I got him to eat a whole jar of baby food with no problem (he was far more interested in that than he'd been in canned cat food for a while now) and I'll give him another when I get back this afternoon. He's playing-- more than ever before! I can hear him with a jingle ball right now, in fact. So he's still acting himself, but I'm worried.

He's getting a little braver each day, though. Today while I was brushing my teeth and stuff, he twined about my ankles and sat next to my feet. Considering the last batch of kittens would climb up my pants legs, this is nothing, but it's still a huge step from his previous modus operandi, which was to hide behind the toilet, even when he knew it was me and not some kind of horrible monster come to eat him.

More when I know more.

A Little Progress Every Day

Max is still a loving but spooky kitty. He's brave in his own way-- as I said, he doesn't seem put out by my other cats distaste for him. If you open up the Kitten Hatchery and let him have the run of the place, he'll eventually ninja kitty his way out and under the futon. (I've never seen him do this, but I have several times thought he was in the bathroom but found him under the futon. Hence 'ninja'.) He even took a nap with me today on the futon for a while before he decided to hide under it.

He's playing a little with me, but more by himself. I can hear and later see the evidence of this. When I'm home, he's only stuck in the Kitten Hatchery at night, and I can hear him playing with the jingle ball sometimes. Also, I found one of his toys in his litter box this morning.

Not just in the litter box, but, y'know, buried. Very strange. I'm fairly certain that Max is playing in the litter box. He definitely spends a lot of time in it-- he scratches everything up. (Because this includes the "clumps", I've had to change his litter box many times 'cause there was no other way to get it clean.) Unfortunately I didn't think ahead, and was using ordinary clay clumping cat litter and he's been getting himself dirty with it. While I've only ever seen him clean himself after a bath, I have to imagine he's cleaning himself other times, too, and getting all that cat litter into his tummy is a *bad* thing. Today we began the process of switching him to Swheat Scoop, (which is what I ought to have started with anyway, that or Yesterday's News, but I wasn't thinking) at least until he stops playing in said litter box.

I had a heck of a time getting the clumped clay litter out from between his claws. He doesn't mind me touching his feet at all which is good, but it still wasn't easy. In the end Max got his second bath today. I'd not say he enjoyed it but he seemed to mind it even less than the first time. And again he liked the post-bath snuggle in the towel, at which point he started to groom himself, as well as enjoying the brushing I gave him.






His thin patches are starting to fill in. They're still noticeable, but it's coming in as quite soft fur. The rest of his coat is becoming shiny, too. Now if we could just keep his paws clean... :)

He's starting to grow into his round belly, which is good. His ears and feet, though... well, he still has a lot of growing to do before he'll fit those!

NEWS! of the GOOD variety!

Wheee! All sorts of happy-making news to report today regarding little kitten Max's progress.

First, and most importantly, I got the results from his Feline Leukemia and Feline-Immuno-deficiency-Virus tests-- and he is NEGATIVE. Huzzah!! Much rejoicing!! Yay!
Because I know now that he's not dangerous to my house cats, I've let little Max out and about from the Kitten Hatchery a bit. My cats are less than thrilled about this, but he doesn't seem to mind them so much. He is, however, still pretty much afraid of everything and prefers to sleep in the sink even when he could be out and exploring or hanging out with me. Poor fuzzy, he's clearly had a bad time of it before now. I'm glad that thanks to your help, I'm able to give him a better, healthier life.

He's still a purr-monster. Oh! And progress-- he still meows when you get close for the first time (and by "first time" I mean any time he hasn't seen you in more than 10minutes) but the growling and hissing has stopped. And as soon as you touch him, he goes into purring mode, pretty quickly flopping over to give you his belly and ask for rubs.

I noticed at that present Mr Max has TWO sets of upper canines, which amuses me to no end. (The first time I saw this happen in a kitten I freaked out, wondering, WHY IS MY CAT A MUTANT?! Now though I know it just means his baby teeth haven't come out yet, and it definitely means he's about 5months old.) It does, however, mean I can call him Mutant Max for a bit.

My very favoritest thing for a kitten to do is to be on his back in your lap and to suddenly catch sight of his tail and grab at it with his paws. And kitten Max pleased me to no end last night when he suddenly did this. Not only is it freakin' adorable, but it was the first time I'd seen him play since he moved in last week. After that, he did a bit of wrestling with me (as if my hand were another kitten.) I know that I ought not encourage him to attack human hands, but I was so pleased to see him playing!!

(One of my cats, a rescue brought to me by The Most Awesome Cat Rescuer and Friend Ever, Tam, came with her very own lobster. At the time, the lobster was the same size as the kitten, and perfect for wrestling. The cat, how an adult who prefers wrestling with my yarn skeins, eschews the lobster now, and so it has become a fostering toy. I will find dig it out tonight so that Max will have something other than human hands with which to tussle.)

And last, but by no means least, I think it's safe for me to announce one more piece of good news. Kitten Max has a forever home. Yes, that's right. And even better? Max will have siblings-- one of which is the previous foster, Dean!! Dean's Dad has opened his heart and home again, and when Max has been neutered and gotten his second set of shots (so a month yet) he'll be off to his forever home. Dean has blossomed in his forever home (and grown huge, and apparently stayed very, very cuddly) so I'm certain that Max will do wonderfully.

More updates (and pictures) as they're warranted. :D

Baby's First Vet Visit

Mr Max's first vet visit went as well as could be. Unfortunately, right before we had to leave to get there, Max had a bit of a poo-problem, getting it all over the Kitten Hatchery floor and on his head. How does that even happen? On the bright side, it certainly meant I had a nice fresh fecal sample for the vet... ew.

(Aren't you glad *every* Project-Cat blog post doesn't start out with "fecal sample"?)

The vet and techs are guessing Max to be older than I thought-- four to five months. (I was guessing three to four.) And because he's so friendly (even if very scared) at such an advanced age, he must have had human contact before this-- meaning he wasn't from the colony but was dumped by someone. ARG, people. ARG, I say.

Actually, this might explain his whiskers, too. I couldn't figure out how a cat who had had no contact with people could have had a number of his whiskers be cropped close to his face. Now I'm even crankier at people....

Anyway, before the vet came in, Mr Max actually explored a wee little bit-- hopping into the sink, and then deciding to hide beneath the paper towel dispenser. When the vet came in, though, he let her slide him out and submitted to her will. He was very good, apparently, at getting his blood drawn and everything (they did this in the back) and was good at getting his shot. (This last was done in the exam room.)

We won't know the results of the FIV/FLeuk test 'til tomorrow. Fingers crossed!! Similarly the fecal exam won't be back 'til tomorrow. But the vet agreed that he has worms, and gave him the dewormer today already. If anything else comes back as unfortunate from the fecal, she'll prescribe as necessary. (Beatrice, you might remember, came with her own case of ... something I can't spell. Nevermind then...)

She's not concerned about his thin fur-- she says even the bald patches on his ears are likely just malnutrition (not ear mites! Yay!) She even thinks he *might* be a medium-haired cat when his hair fills in.

She's also not concerned with his lack of playing-- she's guessing it's just that he's not comfortable yet. And while his temperature is at the upper end of normal, he doesn't have a fever. So overall, Mr Max is doing pretty well. I'll update you tomorrow on what the vet says when she calls. 'Til then, keep your fingers (and paws) crossed for negative results!!