s many of you know, I have been trying to entice a feral cat to try out ‘house-living’ and I thought perhaps my readers would be interested in how things are going. I do not much care for feral cats in my yard but remember that I found her eating birdseed from the feeder stump, which quickly faded any animosity I might have harbored. She was just a hungry little cat and now I set food out for her every day.
I did find out she was not alone. She has another cat that stays with her but stays very much in the shadows fleeing as soon as I speak or open the door. Either he is a litter mate or maybe even a kitten of hers. I had thought she was 4 or 5 month old kitten but now that I have seen her numerous times I think she is a small cat. In either case she doesn’t appear to be very old. Now I have two feral cats visiting my home.
Here in central Wisconsin the winter has been mild until a few days ago when the weather decided to become more Wisconsin-like and has been dropping to below zero which is making the situation a bit more desperate as I try to get them out of the cold.
Being that I am an animal communicator I reasoned it should be fairly simple to talk them into a warm bed.
I was wrong.
After several attempts, it became clear she did not want to speak to me and I was just about to throw in the towel as for as a conversation went when she gave me her one and only communication.
‘Houses are bad. Bad thing come out of houses.’
I found that to be so sad. She sent me a picture of someone running out of the house at her screaming, brandishing a broom. Another house released a dog, in full flight, on her and her friend while yelling something. I would have been more angered by this picture except at another time, with a different free-roaming cat, it could easily have been me doing the yelling. In reflection experiences like these make me take a look at what I’m doing when I’m not in my ‘right mind’. The simple act of scaring a cat from the yard can morph into a life-changing experience, as it did for her. And now, with weather turning into true winter, it is putting her and her kitten or littermate in real danger because she is not willing to trust me. Not that I blame her.
Long story short, for now, she has no intention of entering my home. But I did want to make her someplace warm so I took an idea one of my friends had suggested and built a little kitty Hilton in the garage. I placed a storage tub upside down, carved a entry door (broke a nail doing that…karma I’m sure) and layered a number of old whelping blankets inside and then left the door ajar. It isn’t as warm as the house, but I’m sure it would be warmer than where they are currently staying, wherever that may be. Of course, I have been trying to convince her that the garage is safe because people don’t live in garages. I like to think of it as creative license.
They did peek into the garage last night, explored but didn’t stay. I modified the Hilton into a pile of old whelping blankets because we all know how cats love laundry day, often sitting in the baskets of clothes for fun.
I’m hoping the blanket pile will be more appealing to them. There are live traps, but I really don’t want to expound on their perception of bad houses and bad things coming out of houses so I will try this method and see if I can change their minds.
At least they don’t slink out of the yard when I call ‘kitty, kitty!’ So I’ll take the little trust we have going forward, as we try to convince each other that not all free-roaming cats need to be screamed at and not all houses are bad.