Here's that not-at-all-cute young feral cat

She will be a very cute cat when she fills out & is pampered. I'm glad you're going to keep her inside. Pixel needs company.
He does....did. I'm hoping he sits on her instead of me. At least for 30% of the day. Honestly, I'll take 10%.

They're still getting acquainted. She rubs up against him; he's still in the butt-sniffin' stage.
 

She's got that Gidget look. Tortoise Shell, like Gidget & her mommy. I am conflicted about Gidget's appearance but since we will be together for the next 15+ years, god willing, I hope I start thinking they are as beautiful as my Buffy & Max duo.

So desperate for cats after Buffy, I ended up getting cats whose colors I said I never wanted. Louie is a brown ORANGE. Never cared for orange, but like the brown & white. Gidget, is mostly black and never wanted a black type cat either. Now I have both. They are Halloween cats.

I vowed to always cherish cats & love them. No matter what. Can't save all, but can save two at a time.
One of the cats I tried to get inside my old apartment was a big orange one. Paxton named him Daniel Tiger. But Danny was a man of the streets and determined to stay that way.

One day, Pixel walked into my apartment while I was trying to lure Danny in....walked in like he paid the freaking rent. He was a little tuxedo cat with a little black, perfectly square patch on his white chin, and that's why I named him Pixel. Anyway, I've never thought tuxedos were particularly cool or handsome, or even interesting looking, and they're a dime a dozen, so, like you with Gidget, I had to try to like him. For Paxton's sake, basically.

That was about 4 years ago, and Pixel's still here. He'll watch me from a distance for hours, if that's what it takes, and then jump on my lap the moment I sit down. Soon as me & Meesh settle for the night, he's on my hip. He follows me into the bathroom in case I do a sit-down job.

Dude sticks to me like a skin-tag. So, I guess we're buddies.
 
I think she is beautiful! I had a "tortie" that looked like her. They have the best personalities. Tortie attitude they call it.
Interesting.

She's a demanding little thing, I can tell you that. But it's kind of cute: her tail quivers like crazy every time I pay attention to her, like whenever I feed her, pat her, or talk to her. It doesn't wag, it stands up stick-straight and quivers.
 

After she has recovered from everything; I see the markings and colouring of a beautiful cat!
Scribble's is very unique looking and wonderful coloring :)
I adopted a Tortie when she was two years old some years
ago. Looked similar to Scribble. A neighbor at that time says
"I think she is the ugliest cat I've ever seen in my life" I wanted
to deck her, really, I did. I loved her so much for as long as I
had her, until taken ill with nasal cancer. Miss her loads to
this very day. She was beautiful to me..

I love the markings on Scribble šŸ¤—
She's already changing. Her looks, I mean. The black scribbles are sort of settling around her eyes and they're getting a little more symmetrical and the white patch on her chest is getting bigger.

I think she's coming together, and it's not that bad.

LadyEm, she was already answering to Scribbles, and Meesh still calls her that, so we're gonna stick with that name.
 
I’ve adopted stray, animal rescue, and shelter cats, and kept them for the duration of their lives. All were wonderful, but some I could never fully get the ā€œwildnessā€ out of. One would knock out window screens to get out, and others effortlessly vault containment fences. They all come back, however, knowing where their home is… 🐈
 
Scribbles is about to discover something today that'll blow her little white socks of ....the vacuum cleaner!

dunt-dunt-duunn.... (ominous)


I made her a cute little bed out of an old cardboard box the other day. Glued little princess-y things on it, sat at the sewing machine to make a pretty cushion for it and stuffed it with fluff, then set it up in a nice cozy spot for her.

Aaand she hopped right in and peed in it.

Thought it was her new luxury litter box, apparently. Maybe the cardboard smelled earthy ....or worse.
 
Borderline. :p

I wonder if she'll keep getting less ugly as she matures (one can hope).
Possibly as she gets healthier. The calico brought to shelter with frostbite that we adopted in 2002 became objectively more attractive as she got better, despite needing top half of both ears amputated due to the frostbite.

BTW, it looks like tip of her left ear is missing though that may just be an illusion created in the photo somehow. But caught my attention due to having had a sweet feline for 16 years who had both ears damaged.
 
Possibly as she gets healthier. The calico brought to shelter with frostbite that we adopted in 2002 became objectively more attractive as she got better, despite needing top half of both ears amputated due to the frostbite.

BTW, it looks like tip of her left ear is missing though that may just be an illusion created in the photo somehow. But caught my attention due to having had a sweet feline for 16 years who had both ears damaged.
Yes, she was trapped and taken to a vet who terminated her pregnancy (she was only about 3 mo old!), spayed, de-wormed, and vaccinated her (and tipped her ear). Then the lady who trapped her brought her back here to release her, but she said the vet recommended a 3-day recovery time to heal and because she was so vulnerable, so I set up a place for her in a storage room.

But after the 3 days, I didn't have the heart to put her back outside. She's really small and young. I'm amazed she got pregnant.

(she was one of about a half-dozen ferals that come to my house to get fed)
 
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Yes, she was trapped and taken to a vet who terminated her pregnancy (she was only about 3 mo old!), spayed, de-wormed, and vaccinated her (and tipped her ear). Then the lady who trapped her brought her back here to release her, but she said the vet recommended a 3-day recovery time to heal and because she was so vulnerable, so I set up a place for her in a storage room.

But after the 3 days, I didn't have the heart to put her back outside. She's really small and young. I'm amazed she got pregnant.
The cat charities do that here too. The clipped ear tip is a sign that they have been neutered/spayed and vaccinated. I imagine that, otherwise, they would be catching the same cats over and over again :)
 
Yes, she was trapped and taken to a vet who terminated her pregnancy (she was only about 3 mo old!), spayed, de-wormed, and vaccinated her (and tipped her ear). Then the lady who trapped her brought her back here to release her, but she said the vet recommended a 3-day recovery time to heal and because she was so vulnerable, so I set up a place for her in a storage room.

But after the 3 days, I didn't have the heart to put her back outside. She's really small and young. I'm amazed she got pregnant.

(she was one of about a half-dozen ferals that come to my house to get fed)
You are making little Princessy beds with fluffy cushions for her - that cat has won your heart - she won't be leaving :)
 
The cat charities do that here too. The clipped ear tip is a sign that they have been neutered/spayed and vaccinated. I imagine that, otherwise, they would be catching the same cats over and over again :)
Yeah, all but 1 of the cats who come here for food has a tipped ear. It's obvious the one that doesn't have a tipped ear is someone's pet...it's really robust and clean. And it might be neutered or spayed, but the owner didn't want it's ear tipped.

Whatever, I wish it would eat at home.
 
The 3 ferals I feed at my workplace are ear tipped. They must be pushing about 10 years old now. The other newer one is clearly not neutered. Sometimes he's there to eat and sometimes not. I had tried working with PAWS to get him trapped but I was unable to get him on my own. They just loaned me the trap. I feel bad for that cat.
 
The 3 ferals I feed at my workplace are ear tipped. They must be pushing about 10 years old now. The other newer one is clearly not neutered. Sometimes he's there to eat and sometimes not. I had tried working with PAWS to get him trapped but I was unable to get him on my own. They just loaned me the trap. I feel bad for that cat.
I found a trapper on Facebook...well actually, my wife did, and I posted on their page that I was feeding this homeless cat that couldn't be more than 3 months old and it was pregnant. A lady trapper messaged me the same day.

When I was putting food out at my old apartment, feral cats didn't live very long at all, but maybe that's because there was heavy traffic and a lot of dogs in that area. My house is in a pretty quiet neighborhood and mostly just the people who live here drive here. So maybe these homeless cats will live longer.
 
I found a trapper on Facebook...well actually, my wife did, and I posted on their page that I was feeding this homeless cat that couldn't be more than 3 months old and it was pregnant. A lady trapper messaged me the same day.

When I was putting food out at my old apartment, feral cats didn't live very long at all, but maybe that's because there was heavy traffic and a lot of dogs in that area. My house is in a pretty quiet neighborhood and mostly just the people who live here drive here. So maybe these homeless cats will live longer.
I may try again to contact the woman (I have her cell number) and see if I can get additional help. I'd like if nothing else, to get this poor cat neutured.

I do worry about the cats but since the gulch is behind the building, they don't go near the street that I have ever noted. If anything were to happen to them at least I know they didn't die hungry and thirsty.
 
My shelter cats received tats on their bellies to show they are chipped. The tat is just a thin line, no pictures!
I've never heard of that. That's a good idea.

My son lost a cat that he had chipped when it was a kitten but it wasn't tattooed. He was contacted by a vet 6 or 7 years later, saying Rambo was found. It was amazing.

A lady and her daughter, who was about 12 yrs-old, brought Rambo to him that evening. The lady told Grant they'd found *The Cat Formerly Known As Rambo* not long after he'd gotten lost, and they'd had him all those years; half the little girl's life, but never took him to the vet until he started vomiting that morning. (it was nothing serious)

I forget what the girl named ol' Rambo....some typical cutesy name a little girl would choose, like Smooches or something. Like Grant said, it was adorable, and a far cry from Rambo.

Anyway, when he saw the look in the girl's eyes as she handed the cat over to him, naturally he couldn't take it back. (even tho Rambo did seem to remember him)

Grant had Rambo for over 2 years, and he hated that he'd wandered off. He seriously missed his little buddy and always wondered what happened to him, but he was that little girl's cat now, all the way. So he told the mom to take the cat back to the vet and change the info on the chip. He even offered to pay the fee. He made that little girl so, so happy. She hugged him and cried, and thanked him a bunch of times. Made him feel really good.

Chips are a really cool invention.
 
When I was a kid we lost one of our beagles that had gotten through a hole in the fence. We looked for weeks for the dog. A year later we are two blocks from our house and my dad and I see him sitting on a porch in an old couple’s lap.

I yell and run up to pet our old blind dog. When the couple realized it was our dog they started crying. Needless to say we didn’t take him home. We had 2 dogs at home.
 
When I was a kid we lost one of our beagles that had gotten through a hole in the fence. We looked for weeks for the dog. A year later we are two blocks from our house and my dad and I see him sitting on a porch in an old couple’s lap.

I yell and run up to pet our old blind dog. When the couple realized it was our dog they started crying. Needless to say we didn’t take him home. We had 2 dogs at home.
You did the best thing for the dog and the old couple.
 
@Murrmurr, here is my contribution.

While working in the garden, a stray calico cat came, sat down 30 feet away from me, and watched what I was doing. I love animals. So, with milk and Hamburger meet I "domesticated" her. She was not really afraid of humans. Little did I realize that she was in the final stage of pregnancy and apparently was looking for a safe place to give birth to her litter. Over a period of several hours, "Fluffy" did so under my bed on the second night I had "adopted" her.

My dogs accepted the cat and her kittens, but I started feeling uncomfortable with so many pets in my bedroom. Luckily, a friend of my daughter adopted the whole bunch after a month. I love cats, but at heart I am a dog person. Anyway, over the years we have lost a dozen cats to coyotes, and it hurts every time you lose a pet. I prefer not having cats and small dogs that can fall prey to wild animals.

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@Murrmurr, here is my contribution.

While working in the garden, a stray calico cat came, sat down 30 feet away from me, and watched what I was doing. I love animals. So, with milk and Hamburger meet I "domesticated" her. She was not really afraid of humans. Little did I realize that she was in the final stage of pregnancy and apparently was looking for a safe place to give birth to her litter. Over a period of several hours, "Fluffy" did so under my bed on the second night I had "adopted" her.

My dogs accepted the cat and her kittens, but I started feeling uncomfortable with so many pets in my bedroom. Luckily, a friend of my daughter adopted the whole bunch after a month. I love cats, but at heart I am a dog person. Anyway, over the years we have lost a dozen cats to coyotes, and it hurts every time you lose a pet. I prefer not having cats and small dogs that can fall prey to wild animals.

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Awesome story!

When I lived up in the hills, me & my neighbors had to warn newcomers and visitors about keeping their small pets leashed while they're outside. It's sad that most people didn't listen. They'd just say He'll be fine, thank you, or We're watching her.

My neighbor's MIL was one of those, and I was up working on my roof one day when she went out in his yard with her little white poodle and this owl suddenly swooped down and snatched it. I watched the whole thing. That poor lady lost her freaking mind over it. She tried to run after the owl, calling the dog's name and crying. It was heartbreaking, man.

But, you know, owls are silent predators, and fast as hell when they want to be. And that little poodle probly looked like a big rodent or whatever...edible, for sure.

So, No, he isn't fine and you need to do more than just watch her....unless you wanna watch her fly off in a set of huge talons.
 

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