Age: 3 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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Hobo, rat killer
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May 1st 2010
Me. She loves me, and trusts only me, and my husband a little.
My dog. She does not budge when I walk outside with the dog, not afraid of my dog in the slightest but has a most annoying look on her face.
She won't play with toys :( I have tried.
Favorite Nap Spot:
In the mulch right outside my front door. It has an indentation from her body :)
On the rare occasions we eat steak, I always cut a piece off for her and cut it up and she loves it!
Hunting! And she is the most intelligent cat I have ever seen.
This poor old girl has lived in my neighborhood for years....we can recall at least two years for sure. She was the cat you would occasionally see eating from a trash can, under a car, would only come out at night and would run if she saw a person. We attempted to leave food for her a few times and she didn't even eat the food. She was this skinny, gray little thing. Then one day we noticed she didn't run. She didn't come too close, but she didn't run. Then she got a little closer, no running, unless you made a move, and she would split. She seemed to be completely feral. One day, I thought I'd try again with the food, bought a can of fancy feast and put it on a plate, and what do ya know....she ate it! This was by the curb, not in our yard, that is as close as she would get. So began the daily leaving a can of fancy feast for her and she showed up right on time to get it. Then I started to leave it closer to my front door. I'll never forget the first time she ate the food while I sat 6 feet away, I was so happy! So then I began 2x a day feeding a can in the morning, a can at night. Most days she was "near" the front door, and she would hiss at me...but did not run. I would sit in a chair, close by, but make no moves to go towards her. She continued to give me a warning hiss every day. Then she stopped hissing. Then she moved closer. I had hoped to catch her, get her fixed and shots when I noticed that her right ear is tipped. I told my vet about her, she said if she is tipped and been in your neighborhood for years, she is likely fixed. It has been since maybe early May since I've been feeding her. She was so funny....she would eat and then rub her head against a planter that was by the front door and by me, it was obvious she wanted to rub up against me, but too afraid. I'll never forget the first time she did rub against my leg, I almost cried, I was so happy. This led to me gently petting her tail, and any attempts to pet her back, she would run away...just a little. Then one day she let me pet her, and I got brave enough to scratch the top of her head, which led to a chin scratch, which she LOVES, and now I can pet her. She still occasionally freaks at the sight of a hand coming toward her so I make sure that she doesn't see the hand and she is fine and loves to be petted. She will let my husband gently pet her tail but will retreat if he tries to pet her. I am very patient with her. I realize she is semi-feral and will never let me pick her up and I pet her on her terms, when she allows me, and I understand her quirks and how at times the hands scare her. A funny thing she does, when I have sat outside and petted her and talked to her for a while and I have to go in, she does not want me to leave and she will bat at my leg...no claws, just a bat and step in front of the door in an attempt to keep me outside with her. I just adore her. I live in FL, so it is not terribly cold, but we have some evenings in the 30's and I have made her a house, which she will not go in, but also I have made her a pile of blankets and a pillow, which she does sleep on, all night long. I am afraid to trap her and take her to the vet, afraid she will no longer trust me if I do that. I love her so much and wish I could do more for this old girl. Since I have been feeding her, she has fattened up and is no longer the drab, gray color she once was, but now has orange and brown colors that have come out and she looks so much better. I am all she has and she is very bonded with me, so she is one of the most special, precious cats I've ever known.
About a month ago, Arwen started bringing me presents! I heard a loud mewing at the door...something she has never done, and went outside to find a nice, big rat she had caught just for me! Thankfully, it was dead. She was sooooo proud of this rat, her tail was straight up and she was strutting around me with sooo much pride I had to laugh! She has since brought me a few other goodies. What a nice kitty!
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January 13th 2013 7:02 am
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I have not been feeling so good, but I'm loving my mom for leaving me a warm bed outside and for getting me my favorite flavors of fancy feast. Mom doesn't like feeding me ff, but I refuse to eat the good stuff that she feeds her other cats....I like my fancy feast! I'm such a good kitty, when "Big Yella", who is this big, nasty looking yellow cat that lately has been coming over and peeing all over MY yard and where I sleep, I don't even try to fight him or run him off....I just wish he'd go. Mom feels sorry for him but she knows the lady on the corner feeds him so she doesn't feed him and hopes he will stop hanging in my yard. Today, Penelope, a little kitty that thinks she is a dog, she follows her mom and their little shitzu when they walk, she walked right up to me and I didn't hurt her either. I am so not an aggressive cat. I didn't even hiss at the little dog when it ran up to me either, I just sat their bored and completely unimpressed. Mom says I am such a good kitty.
January 3rd 2013 4:15 am
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The life of a semi-feral cat is not the greatest. I got my dinner from garbage cans, mostly, until I decided to trust my mom and eat the fancy feast she offered me 2 times a day. Now I love her so much that I rarely leave her front door. Mom is so sad and feels like she needs to do more for me, but is afraid of many things. Afraid of letting me around her inside only cats, afraid I might have some nasty diseases from being outside all the time. Afraid that I will get attacked by the stupid german shepherd next door one day because the idiot guy leaves the dog off leash at times. Afraid I will get hit by a car, even though cars rarely go through our street, but sometimes one does go really fast. Mom made a nice bed with lots of soft, warm blankets for me to sleep on this winter, and I do sleep on them each night, but I am afraid to go inside the house she put outside for me, but she is so nice for putting it there. When it gets really cold, mom puts a heating pad with a blanket over it and I huddle my paws around it, that's really nice. Mom wishes I could go in the back yard, but she has a dog that likes to chase cats that are not her inside cats, so that is not possible. I know mom loves me, which is why I like to bring her nice presents at leave them at her front door, so she can see what a good kitty I am :) I know mom loves me.
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