Age: 12 Years Sex: Female Weight: 13 lbs.
|Home:Chicago, IL ||[I have a diary!] |
Photo Comments (1)
Leave a treat for Tag-Along
Catster stats for Tag-Along
1 time 119
Special Gift Box:
| ||Activeness|| || |
| ||Intelligence|| || |
| ||Curiosity|| || |
| ||Friendliness|| || |
| ||Vocal|| || || |
Orange & White Tabby
my dad; riding on my dad's shoulder, lying on my dad's lap, running half way up trees
Inability to open fridge by herself and eat all the food. People besides my dad picking her up and carrying her (she cusses them out!). Louis trying to mate (they're both 'fixed' but he still thinks he's a stud and she is totally not interested)
little catnip-filled cloth toys
Favorite Nap Spot:
on my dad whereever he may be
turkey. Fancy Feast (patÃ© varieties), Merrick Surf & Turf
Winding my dad round her little paw. Somehow moved kittens in and out of farm wagon with tall, outward-slanting sides. Caught 6 field mice in 20 minutes (her little feral mother was a mighty hunter ).
indoors and outdoors
After my mother's death, when my father was grieving and lonely, a feral cat gave birth inside an old unused hen house at our family farm. That spring my dad had occasionally caught a glimpse of a small brown torbie cat hanging around the place , stealthy and self reliant, setting out after sunset to hunt. In spring he noticed this same little cat slipping in and out of the old chicken house, and heard the mewing of newborn kittens inside, from a nest hidden deep back in a pile of wood. He wisely did not go nearer, but he started bringing food and water for the little wild mother so that she would not have to be leaving her babies for so long to hunt. She hungrily but cautiously accepted his gifts after he had backed off far enough.
The kittens grew bigger and stronger, and were playing in and around the old hen house, wrestling, chasing butterflies, and they started eating the food he brought too. And this was not just the occasional table scraps or some low quality dry kibble -- i was astonished to learn that he was regularly cooking hamburger and eggs for the feline family! He had never done anything like this before! !!!!!!!
Not that the mother cat neglected her duty to teach her kittens about wild game once they were old enough.... my dad sometimes saw her emerging from field or thicket bringing dinner -- sometimes rabbits as big as she was herself!
After a while she had seemed to realise he was probably not going to try to hurt her or her babies, and sometimes she even seemed to be keeping him company when he'd rest in the shade in the heat of the afternoon, but she still wasn't taking any chances, and never allowed him within lunging distance.
Three of the kittens stayed feral like their mother, but a smart little Red Classic Tabby and White girl with big green eyes recognized a good thing and decided to attach herself to the guy with the hamburger. Basically, she chose to adopt him. And she was very persistent about it! She began constantly following him around while he did chores-- wherever he went here came this cute little kitten bounding after him and meowing to him as if saying "Hey, where are you going? wait for me!" Which is how he started calling the kitten "Tag-Along". Soon she was riding on his shoulder and jumping up into the cab of the pick-up to go for drives with him. One day the mother cat apparently decided it was time to move on. She and the 3 other kittens moved out of their home, and after that were just occasionally glimpsed. Maybe the mama cat decided that red tabby and white kitten was hopelessly corrupted by human contact and she better get the others away before it spread ! But in any case, Taggy remained with her human friend.
My dad had never really allowed animals living in the house. (although he lets relatives keep their pets inside while visiting) but I began teasing him, "The first time there's a snowstorm his winter, you're gonna have that cat in your house."
Ha! It didn't even take a snowstorm or freezing temperatures. One cool day that fall, he mentioned that "Taggy" was now indoors. "Well," he explained, "I thought she looked like she was a little chilly."
(cont. from Arrival) Taggy has rewarded my father with as much love and loyalty I have ever seen in any animal of any species. She tolerates other people, likes some of us, but she absolutely adores my father.
Though my dad had for the first time let a cat live in the house, and bought some feline distemper vaccine and flea treatment at the feed store, he didn't take her to get spayed so Tag-Along got pregnant. She gave birth to three kittens but one didn't make it long. She was an excellent mom to the others and was talented at moving them to places where we couldn't figure out how she did it. We got her spayed after that. Her kittens have gone to other homes now but stayed with her for quite a while and went through some adventures including the whole cat family getting lost when my dad was in the hospital and a neighbor was feeding them; I guess Taggy felt abandoned and decided to take off. (One by one we found them all over the course of several worrisome weeks.)
Taggy has been there for my dad not only through his grief but through his own illness and recoveries (cancer, heart attack, 3 major surgeries and a stroke.) She loves lying on his chest, climbing on his shoulder, and when he's not home she sits at the window waiting for him.
Louis wasn't the father of her kittens but I think he thought he was; he had been fixed for 8 years, but he was certainly still willing! He kept making advances even after she was spayed until she finally convinced him she was no longer interested. They get along much better now that he is willing to have a platonic friendship with napping and grooming and looking out the window together.
Tag-Along tells it:
.My mama was completely feral and so I was born feral (and yes it is true it was in an old henhouse) . Mama was little but she was real smart, she found a safe place for us in a woodpile inside the shed, and she could catch rabbits and bring them home for our dinner....but then this tall cat that walked on his back legs came and kept bringing us food too. I asked if this was our daddy. Mama said no he was not our daddy, that our daddy was a sexy orange tomcat that had left her in the lurch when she got knocked up. She said don't trust sexy tomcats but don't trust that guy with the food either because he was not even a cat but a Human, and Humans are not to be trusted!!!
I didn't really understand her about what a human was. and the tall cat who was not our daddy brought us hamburger and eggs. Yum! When we were playing outside I started to follow him around, I thought he might give me more food and I wouldn't have to share. Then one day Mama said we were going to move! I liked it where I was and I didn't want to leave the tall cat with the hamburger. And he seemed sort of lonesome. So I hid and wouldn't leave with my family. I missed them but I had the tall cat for company, and I had to help him do his chores. I just wished he would sleep in the henhouse with me. I did miss my family at night. One day, it was kinda cold, he took me inside another place that was nice and warm, with a lot of soft places to nap. I found out where he sleeps and now I always go there and wait for him at bedtime. The tall cat is so nice, I want to be with him all the time--and I think he really IS my daddy. At least he is my best friend!
7 of 9
The Groups I'm In:
"ROYAL FELINE GROUP", **Catstertown**, ♥All Fur Fun♥, ~*~Princess Divas ~&~ Prince Charmings!~*~
The Last Forum I Posted In:
What breed is my kitty ?
I've Been On Catster Since:
|April 22nd 2007
||More than 6 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
See all my Feline Friends
See all my Feline Friends
September 30th 2007 12:09 am
[ Leave A Comment ]
This is Advice for all y'all young female cats. It came to mind when I saw a picture of a new young friend here with some stuffed animals that looked like little kittens. and i thought I'd just better let her know that in case you're getting any maternal ideas: toys are a LOT easier to deal with than real live KITTUNZ! When they go running and leaping and climbing in all directions, it's a lot of work to keep making sure they're safe and clean. Girlfriend, you don't have a moment's peace! They pounce on your tail and chew on your ears and keep pestering you to nurse even when they're old enough to eat regular food. Those Kittunz of mine still wanted to nurse when they were 4 months old!! and that was only two of them! Some of us have septuplets!
How does it all happen? I'd like to warn some of you young girls about those sweet-talking Tomcats... they strut around looking handsome, they chat you up and start making some suggestions...and before you know it, the Tom's gone and the Kits are there!
So my advice is to make your Human take you to be "spayded." ....yeah I KNOW, it happens at the Vet , but you just sleep through this "spayded" thing and afterward you don't feel those REALLY distressing URGES that make you stick your butt in the air and writhe around a lot and make a lot of strange noises, and have the humans laugh at you or even act embarrassed like they don't want to know you.
....and you won't have every Tomcat, Dickcat and Harrycat in the neighborhood trying to climb on top of you and bite your neck whether you like them or not. it's SUCH a relief not to have to deal with them. (You may still have some occasional problems if you have a friend like that sex maniac of a Siamese, namely Louis. I still sometimes have to remind him that I am not interested anymore even if I did throw myself at him shamelessly when I was younger. The way that Cat carries on you wouldn't think he had had an Operation too (i don't think it is called Spayded for boys though , it is something even weirder like New Turd. )
And no more having Kittens! Which as you may have heard is painful, and then it takes a lot out of you having them and nursing them and chasing them. Not that I didnt love my babies and would protect them with my life. The other thing is sometimes you dont even get to raise them which is very sad. One of my babies died . i know I will see him someday but i hope he finds some nice foster mamas until then.
My idea is if you really want Kittunz around, get your Humans to foster some Kittens or a nice Girl Cat who's about to have her babies . If you and she can stand each other, she might let you help take care of her Kittunz or sometimes kittunsit them and give her a break.
See all diary entries for Tag-Along|