I have enough animals. If I were to get any more animals children would start throwing rocks at my car. I might even start to smell like the crazy cat lady (assuming I don’t already). I don’t need any more animals. I don’t need to clean up after anything else. I don’t need to be doing any more loads of washing. I don’t need any more fur blowing around the floor. I certainly don’t need to spend any more time in the vet’s surgery.
I have always resisted fostering because I don’t want to upset my own brood’s little world. So, what have I done… I’ve got a foster cat. What could I do?? A plea went out from one of our local rescue organisations for someone who could take a cat that was having kittens (I know, I know). This is an organisation which has been inundated over the last few weeks because of ONE hoarder, as well as the usual abandonments, etc. They were desperate; the cat needed a room where she could feel safe so that she could have her litter in peace.
So, I find myself with another addition to the household. In my defence, I have made it clear that I cannot have her or her kittens long term and that I have other animals who aren’t necessarily ‘kitten-friendly’. Her name is Smokey (try and guess her colour) and she is just a kitten herself, only 6 months old. From what I could gleen from the lady who was feeding her, Smokey’s mother seemed tame but Smokey has never been socialised. She would come to the lady and was accepting food and pats. She would also sleep with her head on the lady’s feet.
She’s been at mine for a few hours now and she is really timid. I’ve put her in one of my spare rooms, which has a wardrobe, so there are plenty of dark corners in there for her to have her kittens. After an initial panicked flit up the flyscreen and onto the bookshelves (bye-bye photos) she settled under the bed and that is where she spent the first few hours. Overnight she obviously did a bit more exploration and ended up behind the curtain, sitting on the air conditioner housing. She hasn’t eaten or had anything to drink so far. She has water, biscuits and food which I had hoped she would have nibbled at over the course of today while I was out at work. I’ve been spending a bit of time in the room getting her used to my presence and voice, and I’ve put the radio on in there so that it isn’t completely quiet. I’m not sure how friendly she will ever be, but hopefully I can gain enough trust that I can handle her kittens and save them from a similar path. At the moment she is so skittish that I can’t even tell how fat she is.
You will have to take my word that she is a very beautiful cat; I don’t want to freak her out by pointing a camera in her face right now!
Any advice on bringing a timid cat out of her shell is welcome! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!