Likes: His breakfast early in the morning, curling up in the flower bed in the sun on a cool day
Pet-Peeves: Other cats trying to take his food, me trying to touch him
Favorite Toy: I do not think Orange has ever had a toy, but he likes to chase flying insects. I have taken catnip toys out to him, but he showed no interest. I tried to pull a toy for him and unfortunately he was afraid of it. We have to continue working on this.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the porch, window ledge or flower bed
Favorite Food: He likes most canned food
Skills: Staying safe after being on his own for so many years
Arrival Story: Like most of my babies, Orange Man came to me. He started coming up to drink from the bird bath and then he started sitting on the porch waiting to see if I would put out food. After I had been feeding him for a while, if I did not get up early enough, he found where my bedroom window was and he would jump up there and stare at me until I went out to feed him. I call him my Peeping Tom Cat.
Bio: Orange is a great little cat. He has been coming to me for about five years now. I had hoped that like Liza, after a while he would let me touch him, but it just has not happened. He will let me lightly touch his back sometimes when he is eating, but he will not let me do the things I would like to for him-put on flea treatment, clean his ears, etc. I tried to bring him inside one winter, but he was so frightened that I had to let him back out. I still hope that he will accept me one day. He does let me sit next to him and he looks at me with such wise eyes and I know he understands I try to help him.
I think if he had a home where he were the only kitty, with someone patient with him, he might eventually accept love.
Well, after over 10 years of slapping mom when she tried to feed me, refusing to come inside or let mom trap me for vet visits, etc, I became a lap cat.
Mom had to move when our grandma had a stroke. She came home to get me. A friend had been feeding me, but I really needed to be with mom and she with me. Also, since she wasn't there watching out for me, a raccoon was eating a lot of my food.
I finally came in the house and let mom get me in a carrier, I was so scared, I promptly wet in it. Mom wasn't opening that door. She was still amazed she got me. She tipped me up and paper toweled thru the holes as best she could.
It was a 5 hour ride, but I was a great boy.
Mom put up a playpen for me. I stayed in there for a while. Then mom made a room for me. Wow! My own bed, windows, no competition for bowls. I knew there were other cats here, but they weren't bothering me.
Mom started trying to lift me up a little, then held me. I liked it. Then one day mom sat on the bed and I crawled up on her lap and purred.
Mom cried. It was unbelievable. I started playing with toys. Mom was so happy.
Around December 2014, mom was in my room when I got in the box (oh yeah, after all of the years of being feral, I got in box the first day). Mom saw I was making a very large wet. Her heart sank. She knew what this meant.
I had built such a trusting relationship with mom and she felt like if she tried sub qs, etc that it would break our bond. Mom loved me all she could. In October 2015, mom called a vet to her me cross over. I was in her arms when I left about a half hour before they came.
I hurts mom that I didn't get mom time to enjoy my new life, but she is so happy I got to experience hugs and lap time and toys.
Wow, for being feral and no soft bed to curl up in with a momma and not letting people touch me, I am so happy to have so many friends on Catster.
I was tagged by Gimli.
Then I was also tagged by Patches, Solan, Uncle Odinn and the Magnificent 7.
Mom is going to try to think of facts for everyone, but we will start here.
The rules: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog.
1. I am an Orange Manx Male.
2. I am feral.
3. I have a mom (sort of). She feeds me and cares for me, but I do not like her touching me.
4. Mom trapped me last winter because I had been in a fight and got a horrible abscess on my face.
5. Mom was afraid that I would throw a fit at the vet and they would have to make me sleepy to look at my face, but I was too scared to move.
6. Mom trapped me again in the spring and took me back to get vaccines and "fixed". thanks a lot mom.
7. I like to look in the window at mom when I am hungry. She calls me her Peeping Tom Cat.
Now I tag these 7 cats:
Porcha The Outdoor Gypsy Cat
This was a lot of fun! So Sorry if I tagged you and you've already been tagged!