June 18th 2013 8:47 am
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I am going to let Momma tell you bout this stuff. It is long, but she gots alot to say. All I know is that she had been majorly upset & not herself all week, but now she is ok.
Hello All - I wanted to tell you what happened the past week, as I know anyone here will totally "get it" & to share the tail (lol). I did not say anything about this earlier, because I was so freakin' upset & at the point of not being able to function, & I could not face the way I thought things would end.
As you may know, I am a caretaker for a little colony of 9. I know my outside kitties well - their particular "meows" (the ones that do speak to me),their markings, who comes for breakfast, dinner or both. They are all neutered/spayed except 1 which will be remedied as soon as I can catch Bunny - the little stinker. When I bring their food out, they see me & gather, but I always call "kiiitty kiitty kitty" in the same sing-song - different than the way I call my own kits.
Last Sunday, I did not see either Fluff or Peanut. Then again Monday. With Fluff, I wasn't too concerned, because she roams alot & doesn't show up every day. Peanut sometimes will miss a day, but she is a breakfast girl. Tuesday evening, I gave the crew their dinner, still no Peanut. I walked over by my fence as I have a HUGE mini rose bush that has blessed me with a full blown bloom that smells beyond belief. I was sniffing & I heard it...mew meow mew. I used the call, mew mew mew. THERE.IS.A.CAT.IN.THE.NEIGHBOR'S.GARAGE. It was late - nothing I could do. These neighbors are not exactly from Mr. Roger's need I say more...So Wed am - heard it again. I see the guy a few hours later & tell him "Sorry to bother you, but I am pretty sure one of my stray (can't use the word feral - they wouldn't know what it meant) cats is in your garage. He says "ok I will leave the big door open" GREAT! but then he lets his little yappy dog out, goes back & forth - no cat is gonna come out. I am praying - he closes the door after about an hour. High hopes, next morning I did not hear anything - that night "meowmeow" ARGGH! They are gone next day - nothing I can do. I am now freaking as in "I KNOW it is Peanut - no food no water she is going to die" All I can think about constantly is her & I do not even have to tell you the pictures in my head. Friday they are gone. I now cannot eat, my stomach is in ulcer mode. I hear this little cry "she is calling me to help her & I can't do anything, how is she still alive?" I call The Dad outside - "tell me you hear the cat that I am not insane" yep he hears it. He flips the fence & looks in all the garbage cans just in case. All I can do is wait for them to come back home & get myself even sicker. No food No water now for 6 days...she can't be alive anymore. The Dad & my Mom say "you have done all you could - maybe she caught a mouse in there. You can't break in their garage & they have an alarm." They get it, and it is the truth. Saturday morning, I bring out breakfast & go by the fence..."meow meow" A few hours later, I see them come home. I am out the door faster than you can imagine. "Please the cat is still in the garage, can I set a trap?" She opens the side door "I don't see anything are you sure?" I say "Yes I heard it about an hour ago, and she would be too scared to come out" She relents & says I can set the trap. Ok in my haste & hysteria I set the trap with food, but did not cover it with a towel & set it hair trigger. (this thought comes to me at about 2am as I lay awake for ANOTHER night) I think she must have caught a mouse cause with the amount of CRAP (insert other word) that is in here, there must be mice. She says "don't put a bunch of food in there, don't waste it on that thing" I hold my tounge...truly- I needed to keep the bread buttered. I offer to give her some extra hostas, I comment on how pretty the LILIES she has planted in her pot. She says that Sunday they are having a party. I figure for sure I will have a cat in the trap. I am up with the chickens Sunday morning watching out my kitchen window until I see them open the garage & they are looking at the trap. I basically went out the window "any luck?" "No but something ate that food - and it wasn't me!" seriously? "ok so we know she is still there - can I reset the trap?" Well we are gonna be bbq all day" "can I set it after your party? let me know" Then they leave for most of the morning & early afternoon. ARRGH I could have set it!! Then their party starts. They are not quiet people. The big door is open, but I know she is not gonna come out. By night time, they are a little quieter, door is open but they have a radio on in the garage. I am praying again..please slink out. Their party is going late. I cannot stay outside any more, and I risk pissing her off if I interrupt. I cannot even eat the Father's Day special dinner I made The Dad. He is upset that I am making myself sick "you cannot do anything more" Monday morning I see no Peanut, so I KNOW she is still in there. I go by the fence figuring I would not hear anything - she is dead. I stare at the garage that will become her tomb - dramatic I know. meow meow. OK if I do not get her out TODAY she will die. I know it - I am at psycho point. I am trying to work (ha) and watching to see someone come home. The Dad & I are in the yard working, I am looking at that door every 5 minutes. I turn for 1 second, and someone opens the door & lets the stupid dog out (I like dogs - this one is a pain in the A**) ok I am standing sentinel by the fence - OPEN THE DOOR OPEN THE DOOR. boom I see the door open, and I am waving. He comes out, and I say "please let me reset the trap - the cat is still in there I heard it I am not crazy & I KNOW you do not want a rotting dead cat carcass in your garage" (I said what I had to) He says "o gosh no come over" I almost vault over the fence - I am armed with a towel, paper, and a can of stinky ocean fish food. I say "just open the side door, then it will be quiet:" I briefly mention that I have caught them all & had them fixed so we won't have kittens running all over - to which he says that is good. He seems to care more than his wife. There is crap stacked on top of my trap already in 1 day. I put paper down, open the can, readying the trap, and I see out pf the corner of my eye, Peanut poke her head out. She looks scared & filthy & hungry. I try to keep calm, she starts to go into the trap while I am holding the door. I get too excited & drop the door too fast - she back out. DAMMIT. I tell him "see - now you know I am not crazy" I figure I will set the trap. he says "hey there she is by that chair, I am gonna open the big door half way, maybe it will run out" ok I take the can & go stand between the 2 cars about 6 feet from the door. Here she is..come on Peanut come on. I set the can down & back up. She comes out & starts eating out of the can. "ok close the door" the door noise scared her & she shoots down their drive - but SHE IS OUT!!! I thank him I clean my mess & I am shaking. He says "I am glad it is out I thought I smelled something in here" (Really what with all the mildew smell & piles of crap?) I go flying down the drive over to my yard, fly in the door & take the rest of the food & mix a bunch of water in, go outside & wait. There she comes into my yard & meowing at me. She is filthy, but not as thin as I would have thought - musta found mice in there. She eats, she looks at me & goes under the bush to nap & start cleaning her pretty white feet. I giver her some more food - the kind I give mine - she deserves it! I am so overwhelmed at this point I start sobbing. Hubby says 'good now you can smile again,HEY PEANUT STAY IN THE YARD WILL YA!" This morning, happy to report she was waiting under the rose bush for breakfast & I slept last night for the first time in a week. It is something how even if you cannot touch them, they still become a part of you. oh and who else showed up for breakfast? you guessed it, Fluff. Thank you for reading my novel.
All is well with the world.
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Oh poor Peanut, how awful it must of been for her and you...sounds like she found a mouse to get her going...neighbors don't understand how they didn't know their was a cat in there garage...if nothing else from the smell of her going potty in there..
We are so happy she finally came out and you have a happy ending for you, Peanut and even Fluff...
You are a very special person to help your outside kitties giving them love, food and making sure they don't have anymore babies...
Xena and Mom
WOW! I commend your love and perseverance, at least the dud was nicer than the chick. Now go and lurvs on your Tigger!
Dud is the right word....
So so so glad this turned out ok, our mom would have been the same way!!!
Do you have cat shelters in your yard? It can sometimes help in keeping community cats in their own space.
We were holding our breath!
love Ruffy and the Ridgewood kitties and of course, Mom
Yes Ruffy, I do have shelters. I have 2 of the plastic bin types that are double layered with straw in between & The Dad built a huge double decker wooden house that I put straw in- the pic of it is on Tig's page I think, or one of my other kitties pages. For some reason once the weather turned warmer, they don't use them. I was gonna take the straw out & the inside tub, and just leave the outer bin & see if that is cooler. We took the top off the big house & set it on it's legs so that it is like a little cabana. They seem to enjoy lounging under my bushes, especially the rose bush (it does smell good!)
PS Peanut has not left my back door. She has sat there & hollered for me to come out & give her more food thru the day, and of course I was at her beck & call to fill her tummy.
OMC, glad she got out!
What a scary story. So glad you stood your ground and got Peanut out.
Nice ending purrs to you
The human stole my post before We are glad Peanut is ok too.
wow we just read this and it made my mom's eyes water, I was once a colony kitty and mom helped care for and fix all of us and the official care giver that mom was helping to care for us knew us all by name and action,
so glad all is well