Age: 6 Years Sex: Male
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May 17th 2007
To sleep on me or play
Casey and Callie not wanting to be friends yet
ball in a ring and fuzzy thing on a string
Favorite Nap Spot:
can shred an empty toiletpaper roll in seconds!
I am one of the care givers for a colony of cats at JFK airport. We have been caring for these cats for a good number of years and have spayed/neutered a good 30 of them.
To make a very long story short, the Port Authority suddenly decided that after decades of cats being at the airport, they were suddenly a nuisance and a threat to safety. They really just wanted the cats OUT and came up with a bogus excuse to get rid of them. I won't go into detail, but if you want to read about it, there are articles at NYTimes.com and Newsday.com.
Anyway... after doing a half-assed job, rounding up what they could in two days and totally clearing out the area, removing all the shelters we had set up, etc., they left and left behind probably 6-10 cats with nowhere to go.
Well, one by one, when we can, we're trying to round up what's left and relocate them. One night a couple of weeks ago I set up two traps and managed to get one cat. I was trying to get this dark tabby that was always the first to come around when I would feed them, but no such luck. Instead I got a young dark gray cat that I hadn't noticed before. When I had no luck catching another, I took the cat home. I had an appointment at North Shore Animal League for spay/neuter in the morning and put the cat in my bathroom.
I noticed when I first trapped it, although it was a bit scared, it let me scratch it's neck through the bars of the trap. When I got it home it continued to let me scratch it. hmmmm... In the morning I didn't want to take the cat in the trap, so managed to get it very easily into a small kennel. On the way there I opened the kennel door and it let me pet it the whole way there. Very unlike all the others we had trapped before, there was no hissing or lashing out by this little cat at all.
I picked it up after work and that's when I found out that it was a little boy kitty. I was happy about that as the recovery from surgery would be easier on him. When I got him home I put him back in the bathroom with food, water and a litterbox and let him be for a good 45 minutes.
When I came back in, the food was gone and so was he! Well, not quite - he had made himself at home in my sink! He was all curled up in there and let out a little squeak when I approached. He didn't budge an inch and let me pet him. When I got under his chin, I felt vibrating. "I think he's purring!" and before I knew it, it sounded like a motorboat had parked itself in my sink! He just laid there and let me pet him for a good half hour. What a sweet little boy! You'd never know he'd been outside his whole life! We believe he was part of a fairly recent litter, as there were a number of young cats around his age either we or the Port Authority had caught. I made him a little more comfortable in there by putting a towel in the sink and he loved it! Was always in there. :-)
Our colony was very clean, with none testing positive for leukemia or FIV, and none that were taken in even had any fleas. Most did need to be dewormed and had ear mites, as I suspected this boy did, as he had a heck of a lot of gunk in his ears, especially his left, which he held down a bit. I cleaned out what I could, put some miticide in them and made an appointment with my vet.
While the vet didn't see any mites in the ear gunk - which he cleaned a TON of out, figuring the miticide killed them - he did find round worms in his poop. He also thought he might have Bartonella, as his gums were red and his eyes a bit runny, so gave me azithromycin.
Let me tell you, this little boy has been a wonderful gift. He is absolutely the sweetest little thing, letting me medicate him without a peep, clip his claws with barely a struggle and only torturing my two girls Casey and Callie a little. :-)
I do have to say that after totally winning my heart with his "I'm a bowl of mush, pet me until your arm falls off, look into my sleepy eyes and love me forever" act, he is quite the character! He is in, on, under, over and through EVERYTHING. I can't move without him tangled in my feet. He can play for hours and loves the ring with the ball in it as well as the fuzzy thing on a string. He has to inspect EVERYTHING and has discovered my fish. OY.
Yes, I am keeping him. I had absolutely NO intention of keeping any of the cats we were going to relocate, but there is no way I'm letting this little guy go. He curls up on my lap when I'm on the computer or watching tv and curls up on me in bed. I do feel sorry for my other two girls who are having a hard time adjusting to having him here. They hiss, growl and run from him, even though he desperately wants to be friends. It's so cute to see him sidle up to them, purring and they want no part of it. They're calming down tho. I had kept him in the bathroom for the first week, only letting him out a very short time at a time. He's totally out of there now and has the run of the place. I'm just glad they're not going nuts and peeing and pooping all over and rebelling that way.
I can't wait for the day when they finally start grooming and sleeping with him. That will be the best day of all!
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I'm one damn Lucky boy!
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Lucky has been a VERY interesting little boy, to say the least! From the moment I brought him home, you would never know that he had been outside for his entire life. Well, I assume he has. As you may have read from his arrival story, he was one of the feral/stray cats from JFK airport that I trapped and brought home.
He is very attached to his new mommy and is constantly tangled in my feet. I accidentally stepped on his tail the other day and he screamed like he was being murdered. LOL! Funny thing is, he normally has a little squeak of a meow and usually kind of chirps at me instead. It is absolutely the cutest little sound I've ever heard. :-)
He learned his name immediately and comes whenever I call. He also knows when he is being naughty and after jumping down from where ever he SHOULDN'T be, immediately comes to me and chirps "what mommy?? I love you!!! Give me kisses!!" Little bugger knows exactly how to get to me. :-)
However... I have had to totally kitty-proof my apartment. EVERYTHING is a toy to Lucky. EVERYTHING. He knocks down, plays with and worst of all, CHEWS anything. His favorite "flavor" is cardboard. :-/ You may have noticed this from the above pictures. Oy. While on one had it was pretty funny when I came home to cardboard confetti on the floor one day, I had to get rid of that thing as he was also SWALLOWING some of it. Double oy.
That's my biggest fear with him. Not only does he swallow some of the cardboard, but some other things he finds. He goes in, under, over behind, through everything in the house. Places my two girls never dreamed of. And he keeps coming out with stuff to chew on and eat. He came upstairs from my aunt's part of the house with a hat pin and with a piece of glass. he doesn't go down there anymore... I found a piece of rubberband sticking out of a piece of his poop. Where he got that I'll never know - I'm super careful with things like that, along with ribbon and string.
I wish I knew how to break him of this. I got him a dog chew toy, but he ignores that. Figures.
He's still very much a baby - tearing through the house and terrorizing the girls. I'm sure he'll mellow out eventually and Callie actually sleeps with him and grooms him. Casey still hates him. Fortunately not with quite the ferociousness of when he first came home.
He does snuggle up with me and purrs like a motorboat when he's all tuckered out. Sleeping comfortably is ummm... a challenge when you have 3 cats vying for a spot somewhere on or next to your body. LOL!
Oh, and he is my 6 am alarm clock. Problem is, I don't get up until 9. Unfortunately I DO get up at 6 am now to stop him from knocking over/chewing whatever I don't have any place to put it away. Fortunately for him, "timeouts" in the bathroom are getting less and less. Lord knows the lack of sleep is making me cranky.
Oh, and he's decided he enjoys humping poor Callie. Yeah, he's fixed but doesn't seem to know it. It's rather amusing to see a little six pound cat attempt to get around a 20 pounder and even funnier seeing her "what the heck??!!" expression the first time he tried. Needless to say, neither of us tolerate it.
But I love the little monster. He's a love bug one minute and a holy terror the next.
That's my boy.
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