Photo Comments Age: 9 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
Leave a treat for MONA LISA
MS. MONA, MONY, MONY MONY, MONY LISEE, MO-NYYYYYY
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March 16th 2005
Mona liked being a Mama. Mona also likes laying on your newspaper when you are trying to read it, and perching on the bathroom sink while you are getting ready or going potty.
Lately, her brother Quincy and being told to get off the counters and not scratch the couch.
Every once in a while, Mona will chase a pole toy or the laser pointer. She has a stuffed duck that she sometimes carries around and cries over. I think she thinks it's her baby
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the back of the couch. She has a certain cushion she likes to perch on. Also in the basket of clean laundry.
Any kind of people food. Mona will sit and watch you eat, but will not get in your face and take your food, unlike her brother Quincy. She will also not take food from your hand. You have to put it down on the couch, floor, table. etc.
Mona was an excellent Mama. She is also the worlds best greeter when you come in the door
I foster kitties for Kindred Kitties. One day I was at our adoption center keeping another volunteer, Trish, company, when she asked me to watch the store while she rescued a kitty from a garage. When she called the homeowners, they said the kitty had had kittens. I was very curious, so I stuck around. A while later she comes back with a frightened Mama kitty and her one little baby. The people whose garage she was in were dog lovers and did not know what to do with a cat. They were feeding her dog food. We had to put a towel over the carrier she was in because the other cats were curious and kept sticking their nose in there, which just made her hiss and growl. I asked Trish what she was going to do with her, and Trish said she'd have to stay at the store because there was no other place for her to go. I couldn't let that happen since she was obviously so distressed, so I offered to take her home even though I already had 2 Mamas with babies I was fostering. On the ride home, I was praying my husband wasn't going to kill me. But he just shook his head and went out to the garage and got my spare cage. I had to put a towel on the side of the cage to block her view of the door, since my Quincy kept irritating her by sticking his paw under it. She would also growl when I walked in the room, but she'd quiet down once she saw it was me. After about a week or so, she was fine. She also came in with some half healed scratches on her hindquarters, which I had to put drops on every day for a week. When I was thinking of names, I wanted to give her one like "Smiley" because she looks like she is smiling all the time. Trish came over and suggested Mona Lisa, and it stuck.
Mona came in with one little orange female baby about a week old, who I named Butterball (aka Fat Baby). Trish looked and looked, but could find no other babies. I don't know if she only had one or if the others didn't make it. After I had her about 1 1/2 weeks, I was asked to take a little gray male baby to her, who I named Gray Boy, that someone found under their porch, to see if she would nurse him. I was a little nervious how that would go, but Mona heard him crying, jumped on my lap, sniffed him up one side and down the other, fliped him over and licked him (pottied him) and then sat on him so he was over her milk supply. I just laughed and put him in the cage with her Fat Baby. She took real good care of both of them. Then when they were about 6 weeks old, I had a Mama in the house I was fostering that got distemper. The day after I took her to the animal hospital, Mona wasn't feeling good. She was listless and hot and just didn't look right. So she went to the hospital too, and they determined she also has distemper . My first Mama didn't make it, nor did her 6 babies (RIP Mixey and babies), but Mona was able to come home after 3 nights. I was so happy and sad at the same time that I cried for 3 days. While Mona was gone her Fat Baby wasn't feeling good, so I had to medicate her and force feed her. When I got Mona back, they told me not to let her back with her babies, but I took a chance because I couldn't hold them back from each other. Happily every one ended up healthy, and both her babies found good homes. Right after that, I ended up fostering a 7 week old kitten, and I caught her nursing him one day. Then a week later I got 2 - 8 week old kittens, and pretty soon she was nursing the whole bunch. These were kittens that were weaned and perfectly capable of eating on their own. But she really loved being a Mama. After they got adopted, her milk finally dried up enough to get her spayed. She mothered a couple more kittens after that, but her nursing days were over. My rescue group asked me to keep her for a while after her spay until we had room for her elsewhere, and I agreed. I think I already knew I was going to keep her. I finally made it official on 9/16/06, after I had had her since 4/18/06. It's hard to keep a cat that long and not get attached. I thought she would help with the foster babies, but now she mostly hisses at them. I guess her memories of motherhood are starting to fade. But she gets along well with all the other feline members of the household. Except when Quincy gets a bug up his butt and pulls a king of the house move on her.
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I REALLY, REALLY loved being a Mama
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