Zoey, Part 4: The Kitten is Hurt!

I thought about getting a collar for the kitten. She was so tiny, though, would I be able to find one that would fit around her miniscule neck? An adult collar would look like hula hoop on her! 

As I gently stroked her fur while she ate, I thought it felt like there already was something around her neck. But not a collar; to my fingers, it felt more like a thin rope or a thick, coarse string. It was early in the morning, still dark outside, so I told myself I’d get a closer look later in the day, after I got home from my radio shift.

When I next encountered the baby kitty, I got the shock of my life. What I’d thought was a rope collar around her neck was actually multiple scratch wounds, all scabbed over. Worse than that, the kitten had a huge, raw wound on the front of  her neck! A large patch of fur was gone, exposing the pink skin underneath. And right in the middle of her throat was a deep, round hole! It was red with blood, as if it had occurred recently.  A claw from another cat? It looked a little too big to be that. More like a puncture wound, perhaps from a dog’s tooth.

 

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I was horrified, even though the little cat kept on eating and acting as if everything was normal.  I couldn’t let her stay outside like that, and risk the wound getting infected. Or have her get attacked by the same animal. The next time could be fatal! So I brought her inside and kept her away from my cats, Jinx and Milo.

But, as luck would have it, it was a Saturday. Were any vets even open on the weekend? And how was I going to get her there, considering I don’t have a car?

Then I had an idea… one with just the tiniest glimmer of hope.

 

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That face… how could I not help her?
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Happy Birthday, Milo!

Yep, I have yet another cat with an April birthday… both of my furbabies are Aries! Today, my younger kitty, Milo Cyrus, turns 3 years old! He is a loverboy, a clown, a purrbucket, and most of all, a friend. I acquired Milo when he was a 5-month-old, unwanted kitten. I did not know at the time I brought him into my home that he had “special needs”… he was born with an eye disorder requiring daily attention. He has thrived and is a healthy, big boy who loves being loved, and giving that love back tenfold to me. I’m so lucky to be Milo’s Mom! Sweet Milo

Happy Birthday, Jinx!

Happy 7th birthday to my beautiful black babygirl, Jinx Elvira! In the six years that I’ve had her, she’s been a friend, soulmate, watchdog, and confidante. I love how she looks into my eyes as if she’s reading all of my worries and finding a solution. She has the silkiest fur, and the sweetest “chirrup” she makes as if to say “thank you” when I feed her. I love you, Jinx!

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My Life With Cats: The Book!!!

I am very excited to announce that My Life With Cats is now more than just a blog… It’s a book!

 

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If you enjoy following the Adventures of Jinx and Milo online, you’ll surely love reading about more kitties who’ve left their pawprints on my heart over the years, like Mickey, Sylvia, Deej, Brutus, Oliver… and the list goes on.

Some of the stories in this collection are funny, others are incredibly sad, but every one is true.

You can order my book for just $11 on Amazon by clicking here. A portion of the proceeds will be donated to a local cat rescue group, Caring For Cats.

Most Gratefully,

Holly E. Gaskin

PROUD CAT MOM!!!

 

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The Stray Cat That Wasn’t

On a recent afternoon, all seemed to be well in the Peaceable Kingdom of my little apartment. Jinx was lying in the living room window, soaking up the sun. Milo was roaming about in search of mischief.

All of a sudden, there was a terrific commotion! I heard a CRASH and an antagonized “ME-OWWW!!!” I turned my head just in time to see Jinx leaping off the little table by the living room window. She sent everything on the table crashing to the floor. This caused Milo to freak out as well. The two crazed cats went flying up the stairs, in a blur of motion.

“WTF?” I thought, and peeked out the window to see what could possibly be the cause of such a disturbance.

To my utter shock and awe, my eyes were met by the most gorgeous creature I’ve seen in recent memory

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“Oh, hey. I just sensed that a Cat Person lived here, so I thought I’d stop in.”

 

It was a cat I had never seen before. Yes, my neighborhood is unfortunately notorious for its overpopulation of feral kitties, but I could tell right away that this cat was different. She was a fairly well-groomed Angora mix, and totally unafraid of humans (at least, not me). Astonished by both her beauty and her seemingly dropping out of the clear blue sky, I went outside and cautiously approached her. She shied away at first, but didn’t go far.I gave her some Pounce treats and the cat was satisfied and seemingly grateful.

“What a beautiful cat!” I thought. “Who in their right mind, and with a conscious, could abandon this sweet, trusting animal?”  

Now, I have all the genetic makings of becoming a Crazy Cat Lady, so you don’t know how difficult it was for me to resist scooping up this new kitty and inviting her into my home. I reminded myself that I’d sworn off long-haired cats forever after being mom to a little Turkish Angora named Tiffany Jewel. Somehow, that tiny, six-pound cat managed to coat every piece of furniture (and much of the carpets) of a two-story house with strands of her luxuriant, white and orange hair. You could brush her all day and more and more fur would keep coming out. You’d think she’s be bald! I swore there was no actual cat under all that fur; she was just a hairball that learned to “meow.” (Tiffany currently lives with my ex-husband, and is still shedding to this day.)

 

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The very hairy Tiffany, who now lives my Ex.

 

But getting back to this new kitty, it appeared to also be of angora lineage. Its fur wasn’t matted, so I didn’t believe it had been an outdoor cat for too long. I felt so bad shutting the door, but at least it was nice summer weather for it to be outside. In the meantime, I decided to try to find the cat’s owner, in case she was a runaway, while continuing to feed her. I took some pics and posted them on FB.

And my page exploded.

My photos of Mystery Cat provoked a barrage of comments, like: “I’ve been seeing that cat roaming the streets for weeks now.” And: “I’ve seen her in my backyard, trying to ‘tempt’ my male cat!” 

My heart sank. Apparently someone really HAD abandoned the poor puss! I wasn’t too surprised when I saw the cat on my doorstep again the following morning. She looks like a ‘Sabrina,’ I thought, as I scooped some Fancy Feast onto a saucer for her. She eagerly wolfed it down. I sat in my green camp chair to watch her. After Sabrina finished eating, she gave me her thanks by rubbing up against my legs and– I could hardly believe it!– jumping right up into my lap. Oh, the Cat Lady pheromones were having a spastic dance party!

 

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“Mmm… Fancy Feast!”

 

I posted a series of more photos, which I labeled: “Mystery Cat, Day 2.” This time, the remarks concentrated more on the remarkable beauty of the animal. That long fur, her markings, those expressions… I had a potential feline Supermodel in my hands!

Then there came a knock at the door. I opened it to find a slightly familiar young man on my doorstep.

“Hi, I’m Angelo. Your new neighbor?” he said.

Oh, yeah. I’d seen him and his girlfriend when they were moving into the apartment next to mine a few days ago.

“Yes…” I had a suspicion where this was leading.

“That cat you’ve seen around? He’s mine and Melissa’s, actually. Sometime he runs out the door when it’s open.”

“It’s a boy?” I had to wrap my brain around that one.

“Yes, he’s a boy.”

“What’s his name?”

“Snowflake.”

Snowflake? Really? He’s not even all white! But all I said was: “Oh.”

“Is it okay if he hangs around your place sometimes?”

“Sure!” I had to control my joy at the thought of future visits by the beautiful cat. I mean HANDSOME. He’s a boy. Must remember that.

Needless to say, I was both relieved that the cat was not a stray after all. But I was also disappointed, because I probably would have “caved” and tried to integrate him into my household, long hair and all. Probably would’ve named him Toby once I found out he was male.

It’s been a couple of weeks now. I’ve yet to receive any more visits from Snowflake.

 

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Snowflake