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Age: 1 Year Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Harlow [was Arlo. then I got a
Nicknames:
*injured* *lost* APB: HELP HARLOW HOME
Kitty Complexion:
| | | | | | | | | Activeness | | | | | | Intelligence | | | | | | Curiosity | | | | | | Friendliness | | | | | | Vocal | | | |
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Sun Sign: 
| -part feral | -disabled | -deaf | | -cat rescue |
Gotcha Date:
August 28th 2011
Birthday:
August 18th 2011
Coloration:
Black
Likes:
Pre-feral: sleeping on my shoulder, or hub to a 5spoke catwheel
Pet-Peeves:
Sociopathic landlady's husbands. Stalker dogs.
Favorite Toy:
Abbott.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Mom's shoulder
Favorite Food:
Sausage, from mom's pizza.
Skills:
Polyglot. English/mom savant.
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story:
Harlow announced her arrival, one foggy 3am, in the spare tire of my [now bequeathed to my mechanic] '92 Dakota: Mew! Mew! Mew! Her cries pierced the fog and woke the whole airport-adjacent neighborhood. She was starving, and had determined what to do about it.
She let Abbott rescue her, from some fate somewhere, and carry her home to his 6-member pride of similarly rescued felines, with the help of Ash, his boyfriend Charlie, and the venerable, kindly, valiant papa Tobias. Charlie and Tobias were not pack members, until that day, but lead the village effort to keep and raise this child.
It took 3 days of kitty cartwheels, and all-night demonstrations of bellyrubs and kisses with the gawky hairless ape creature to get her in the door, but once she had one foot inside the garage, that house was home. I lost track of her in minutes, saw the forumula-bowl gone dry and heard the cries: Mew! Mew! New bowl in hand, I sat, and called, and waited. Finally the mews grew closer. Inquisitive. I put the bowl down, stood up, and called again. Kitty? Mm, kitty? Let's get you a name: I'll try a few, and you say when. 'K? [mew.]
OK: Arlo?
And there she was, front and center, sitting on her haunches, forepaws at attention, very keen to this verbal communication business. She, you see, could as like have been a he, at what the vet determined must have been the three week mark (when they met, two weeks later). When we discovered that he, Arlo, was a she, I wasn't sure what to do. I don't go around assigning names, willy nilly. He just seemed like an Arlo. How to feminize Arlo? The vet tech had it: just add an H! And a w, and e... Et voila: Harlow P. Webster, smartest cat I ever met.
Bio:
*UPDATE* Harlow is alive, and feral, and living in an alley a block from the house I've been working to get us all out of. Moving in to the new place commences when [I've pulled out the carpet and dealt with whatever's underneath, and] got her in hand. East Bay happen-to-read-this-ers are way beyond welcome to come over and help. Herding cats, in particular a young super genius charmer like Miss Harlow, ain't a 1-girl job.
HARLOW IS MISSING after a series of traumatic encounters the first week of August, some part of a retaliatory eviction in progress. Landlady's volatile husband walled Harlow and Ash into the crawlspace, with petrified rat carcasses and broken DIY plumbing disasters, but not quite food or water, where he'd been advised that young miss sheltered after a dog bite-and-shake after a red velvet ant encounter. That red velvet ant visit was harrowing: my own recovery from a stinger to the knee took more than a week. She seems to have suffered a stroke, and was partially deaf when last seen, 8/1/12, on Emeric Ave x 19th Street in San Pablo, CA. The rest of the pride has been in lure-her-home mode ever since, with play and feeding behaviors that got her to me from the spare tire of my truck, when she was 2 wks old. Given her penchant for truck-hiding, and the assault on her former repose, she could be pretty much anywhere. A distinctive scar on her belly, from the below, and the HomeAgain chip in her neck, are nearly foolproof clues to her ID.
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Harlow lies in hospital, this weekend, after cheating the jaws of Cerberus or some other 5" maw-spread bearing beast. Something crushed her middle so hard it tore her muscles from the bone - second such event - and emergence of things held back by same. The pride has not stopped pacing since placing her back in my arms, Friday night/Saturday morning. Only Griselda is as keenly human-language adept, so she's busy translating every hour or so, when the very hungry sleepless boys whimper, weary: Harlow's at the doctor's. She'll be home, soon."
If you've got any tips on best practices for rib frx/avulsion/hernia surgery recovering kittens [she's my first babycat] and how one keeps them restricted to small spaces and safe from standard jumpy type behavior, please lay them in the comments, early and often. 10hrs and counting...
Lives Remaining:
5 of 9
The Groups I'm In:
Black Cats Crossing our Paths
I've Been On Catster Since:
| January 11th 2012 |
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More than 1 year! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
1227547
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March 15th 2013 9:51 am
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There's no modulated way to say this, so I'll keep it short (mom, a writer and editor in her most recent past life, finds a rolicking case of otherwise-keeps-us-breathing-despite-some-bad-stuff PTSD gets in the way of perfectly balanced prose): you remember how i went feral, last August, after the Red Velvet Ant encounter, after the skunk trappings and surgical interventions, after the landlord walled me and Ash into a crawlspace, and then that same guy hired local no-goodniks to do horrible things to us in broad daylight in our very own garage, which then got emptied of all the stuff mom was hoping to move to the new place? Well, I didn't make it to the new place. Mom came back just about every day for months, fed me, made sure I knew i was loved and stuff, took the kitten I brought to her just before the move and gave her a place in the new home, and even kidnapped my BFF Serena before her kittens were born. Well, maybe it was Serena coming back here, when the kittens got big enough to stay on their own with the pack, or maybe it was Abbott feeling his way to his best girl, the kitten he adopted at 2wks (me) after his beloved son Percival was... but that hurst too much to... WHATEVER HAPPENED it seems I've returned to my pack. I'm HOME! Not inside, mind you, but mom knows I love her, the pack keeps me very well fed and the whole neighborhood can see I'm relaxed and very, very happy.
I rule.
Take after my amazing adoptive Uncle Ash, I do.
Just so you know.
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