Darth Vader


Domestic Shorthair/Chausie
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Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 17 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Vade, Vader, Darth, Darth Vade

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-part feral

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
Food

Pet-Peeves:
People, other cats

Favorite Toy:
My hand and arm

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the back of the couch

Favorite Food:
squirrel, bird and Fancy Feast Florentine selections

Skills:
ESP, hunting, killing, fighting

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Darth Vade was a feral cat in the neighborhood my parents lived in, which included a lot of forest and uninhabited space. During the time I lived at that address, it took me 4 solid months before he would let me get close enough to pet him. It was another year before I would be able to catch him and have him neutered and inoculated properly. The vet notched his ear with the thought in mind that he would never be caught again and we wanted to let anyone who came into contact with him know he had been to the vet already. When I brought him home from the hospital he was still a little loopy from the drugs, but he was alert enough to know who I was. The vet staff said he was a big baby and they were hardly aware he was feral. I almost fell over. Really? My excitement grew. That night he laid in the large carrier/crate I had when he was awake, cried incessantly. I opened the door of the crate and laid back down in my bed. I was very interested to see what he would do, so I watched silently and tried to appear very calm and relaxed in the dimly lit room. Darth Vader slowly came out of the crate, sniffed everything around and proceeded to walk over the bed...and jumped up onto it. I almost fell out of it! He laid next to me the rest of the night and hasn't left my side since then and he never has had to live the life of a feral again. That was almost a year ago. The people in the ieghborhood were astounded and really in disbeleif that this cat had become "domesticated." No one in the entire neighborhood had ever touched him and all but 1 neighbor wanted him put down due to the high rate of bird and squirrel deaths at the paws of Darth Vade. I gave him that name because it suited him early on in our "relationship." I knew he was good somewhere deep on the inside of him but yet had "turned" bad as a defense mechanism. I put in a lot of work to get him to trust me and it was a year and half process basically - it did not come easy or naturally for either of us. People nowadays want everything instantly and don't want to have to wait or put in any effort. I remembered the saying "good things come to those who wait" and "patience is a virtue." I applied these things to my taming of Darth Vader. I was never afraid of him and I was never doubtful that he would allow me "in" eventually. My family members are afraid of him to this day in some ways. I look at him and see a big, fat, baby. There have been many things to learn along the way and I did a ton of research on the internet about catching ferals, etc. None of it worked. When it actually came to catching him, I had to get him to sit on my lap and I QUICKLY wrapped him up in a huge beach towel I had laid over my lap and threw him in a tall laundry basket I had there for such a time as that. He fought with every muscle in his body and there was a moment when I was goin to let him loose because of the power I felt coursing thru him. But I knew he would not come to me for a long time, if ever, if I let him loose a that stage. I had to successfully get him to the vet. I held the top of the laundry basket on the basket itself with all my strength. He cried and yelled like I was killing him. My mom drove and I was in the back seat holding on for dear might and trying to calm him with soothing words. We literally had to go to 4 different vets before we got anyone to take him. They transferred him into a crate and almost got loose during that and they said they would have to keep him separated from the other animals as it was apparent he was wild and didn't have his shots, etc. Like I said when I picked him up the next day he was a different animal. He still had his bouts with hunting and even this morning I found a nice little puked up bird on my door-step, but overall he is domesticated. The 1st time I let him outside after the surgery I was a bit apprehensive that he may leave and not come back, but inside I knew we had a bond and he wouldn't go far. I was right. He goes out every night now when it is dark and never goes any farther than he can hear me when I call his name. He is micro-chipped and wears a full set of tags and a bell on his collar to try and warn prey. I have learned more over this process than I can even begin to write. It really has changed my life in many ways and how I look at things. Darth Vade continues to teach me things and I know we have an unbreakable bond. Anakin Skywalker came back after all. (-:

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Forums Motto:
"The force is strong with this one"

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 13th 2011 More than 3 years!

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Catster Id:
1211562