Favorite Toy: There are a few mice I've put outside that the kittens seem to like
Favorite Food: They eat Alley Cat dry
Arrival Story: This page is for the Porch Kitties, so named because they visit my porch. There are several who stop by for food, but Pretty Bit is the biggest regular. She lives under the house behind me with her two surviving kittens. The names aren't terribly unique because it's hard to know their personalities to get something that fits.
Bio: Miss Kitty: I haven't seen her in ages so I don't know what happened to her. She was very friendly so I'm hoping someone took her in. An absolutely darling torbie girl! *_*_*_*_ Pretty Bit (tri-colour) is the biggest regular I have here. She's been coming by for almost a year now. She's had one litter of three kittens. One, Whayte went to the bridge the first week of June 2009. Tab (tabby) and Spot (gray/white) are still doing well, though Tab is very small. No idea yet on male/female for the kittens. 7-8-09 Spot is a girl! Finally got a glimpse as she jumped off the porch. 5-25-10 After over a year, Tab finally had the tail up so yep, he's a guy. Spot showed up with four kittens approx. 4 weeks old. ~sigh~ Home hunting now. About 7-10-10 Pretty Bit showed with a litter of two. One left to place. 8-13-10 Spot had a second litter of three. Pretty Bit and Tab were fixed 9-9-10. *_*_*_*_ Sylvester: A big, handsome, long-haired tuxedo boy. He is VERY skittish and takes off like a shot if he even hears me moving around in the house. When he eats, he lays down and I know he's there because I hear the bowl bumping up and down on the porch. *_*_*_*_*_ Gremlin is a white/gray tabby boy who is very sweet and talkative. He's missing a bottom fang and has scars on his little face. Other than Miss Kitty, this is the only outside cat I've been able to pet, and that was just once so far. He's good friends with Pretty Bit and was friends with Felix as well. *_*_*_*_*_ Felix: This precious tabby boy showed up starved and seriously injured. The first time I met him, I made sure he ate and had water and a soft place to lie down. He looked like he'd been mauled by a dog, possibly weeks before I saw him. He was friendly and, while he never purred, I think he enjoyed getting lots of pets and loving. He disappeared the next day and didn't show until late that night. I couldn't bear him laying out there in pain and since he didn't come by when the vet was open, I had my step-father come get him and put him down, quickly and painlessly. Joe loves kitties too so I know it was hard. Felix is buried next to my angel girl Tigger. *_*_*_*_*_ Patches: Only saw this pretty girl a couple of times. Another very skittish one, but very beautiful!! *_*_*_*_*_ Tiger wasn't mine. He belonged to the neighbors. They'd moved and he came back here so I made sure he had food and water in addition to what his people came back and put out for him at their old house. Vicious was a good word for Tiger, but in the end he came around. He was always a terror to anyone OTHER than his own humans until his last day. I'd spent ages sitting and talking to him and trying to get him to like me. The last day I was able to pet him and love on him. That afternoon, I came home to find him beside the road. I called his people and he was buried where they live now. *_*_*_*_*_ Gray A big fuzzy tomcat with some of the biggest feet I've seen. Very non-social though. *_*_*_*_*_ 10-29-10 Pretty Bit was hit by a car and killed. She's buried with Tigger and Felix now. She looked so peaceful so I know it was quick. And I have Pewter so a little piece of her lives on here. *_*_*_*_*_
I hadn't realized Pretty Bit's passing was the last time these guys had a diary entry. It's with sad news I come back to this page after all this time. I found Tabb in the road several days ago. Again, the fear of a feral cat mom was realized. It didn't look like he suffered any. The... damage looked instant. Unfortunately, I was only able to get him out of the road. With nothing in my truck to collect him, I couldn't bring him home. At least I know he wasn't repeatedly mangled like so many poor kitties I see all the time. And I know he's with his mom again, and probably his dad as I haven't seen Gremlin in well over a year now.
There have been more visitors, but knowing I'll be at a 10 photo limit when my Plus expires, I haven't uploaded any. There was a long haired black boy who had some wounds on his head and shoulder. He only came by once, but he was friendly and let me tend is injuries for that one night.
Then there's one who's becoming quite the regular. A ginger boy I call Rasputin. He's a hissy little bugger but he doesn't really run away from me. Maybe he was friendly once, but was mistreated. I know to be careful though... he acts as if he'll attack rather than run sometimes. And I don't want him uncomfortable. He gets along with Spot pretty well.
There was a one time visit by a smallish gray tabby the other night, but he/she ran off quickly. And a large gray/white that might possibly be Pewter's dad, though I still think he's the gray one at the end of the road. ;) Someone owes me kitten support... lol!
Spot is, so far, doing well. I still live in fear of coming home from work one morning and finding her too, but there's nothing I can do. There's not a tame bone in that girl's body... lol! I think she knows her kids are in here though. When I hold Chiara up at the screen door, Spot just stares at her and meows. I think she knows that's her girl. She looks at Miska but doesn't meow. Speckle she doesn't react to at all though... but she had Miska with her longer than Speckle so that may be it. And Chiara was one of her first litter.
I've hesitated to write this with all the confusion going on with diaries. Saw some putting their own name/page at the top to help so going with that.
The morning of October 29, 2010, I came home from work and found Pretty Bit in the road. It's something the "mom" of a feral cat dreads and tries to prepare for, but never truly expects. It looked like it was a glancing blow from a car and that it was quick. I do not think she suffered in any way. I'm glad for that. She is buried where my mother lives as I've no where to dig a grave for an adult cat where I wouldn't worry about animals getting to her. She's in a beautiful wooded area on the edge of a field where Tigger and Felix are resting. I got to pet her when she was still zoned after her spay less than two months ago. Otherwise, she only ever barely touched her nose to my hand before running back a few feet. Despite not being able to love ON her I did love her very much and I hope she's enjoying the bridge with all the other kitties.
I'm thankful I decided to keep Pewter as that lets me keep a piece of her with me always.
What an honour!! Makes me really think there's a diary gal in there somewhere.
Well, we got back fine yesterday. I was quiet going up there and coming home, but Tab did talk just a bit. He was really not happy. We were brought inside for the night. Tab was still pretty groggy and the lady didn't want him outside and maybe get hurt.
This morning, she took Tab's carrier outside and opened the door. After a minute or two, Tab eased slowly out the door and turned to look at her. He looks bright eyed and is moving well. He ran off the porch to the corner of the house (his usual watching point) and looked at her again. Can't see under the tail, but he moved well and the ear tip looks good.
I'm still inside in a carrier. As my surgery was a bit more invasive, the lady is going to wait to release me this afternoon so I have a bit more recovery time. She put a little bit of food in for me this morning so I've nibble a bit.