Friends, followers, readers, listeners: meet Tazzy, a feral cat we rescued from a nearby trailer park, who as you can see is becoming a little less feral every day.
it looks like Tazzy is comfortable in her newfound throne in her new queendom, and i gather she is happy with the servants that appeared before her to offer their services.
My first cat was a little grey tabby female who came up to me when I was living on East 11th between 5th Avenue and University Place and rubbed her head against my leg. I couldn't not take her in. My neighbor had two cats and kindly supplied me with a cardboard box, some litter and some food. I named her Rhiannon after the Fleetwood Mac song popular at the time. I told a friend how I'd met her; she said, "When they do that, it usually means they're pregnant." When I got her to the vet, it was in the nick of time. Her kittens had died, her uterus had ruptured, and she had acute peritonitis. The vet was able to save her. She was my ever delightful companion for thirteen years after.
She's pretty content to be inside. Feral cats go crazy if you bring them in. She's happy to be rescued. I assume she's spayed or there would be evidence of having nursed kittens. She's a lucky girl.
I hope Tazzy and Ruby develop a close relationship. It’s wonderful she knew a good home when it was offered. As much as I love my dogs, I miss a purring kitty lying on my chest.
All cats are feral, at least a little bit, or else they would not be cats. Cats are incredibly tactile, and they absolutely love having their caregivers (nobody owns a cat) rub their bellies, or rubbing their backs from the root of their tail to the tip of their nose. You could almost see the little red hearts rise from them like little balloons and then pop overhead, and with a look on their face of utter bliss. They will never try to please you like a dog will, but they will love you intensely, like the love of a child for her parent. Some of them will even try to talk to you, like saying, "Hey! It's bedtime. Time for you and me to hit the rack, you at one end of the bed, he at the other end. Laps and are designed for napping, and you'll be able to feel your cat's purring throughout your whole body. Enjoy!
I rescued two truly feral kittens years ago. It took a while for them to come out of the bathroom. I was lying on the floor in the corpse pose and a felt a little tongue licking my finger. Maybe some yogurt was still there. The vet told me they would never be civilized. Soon they were pinning me down by sleeping on my legs. My dog drifted over and slept on my other side. I had them for decades until the cats, Blackie and Christof, had to be put down. The dog went with my husband when we separated. I'd love to have a cat again, but I can't handle putting an animal down again. I don't even have a cricket in a bamboo cage.
A feral cat has been hanging around our apartment area for several months. I sit outside most days in ate afternoon to read and sh'd sit maybe 6 feet away. I'd try to approach her very slowly from time to time but she'd move away as soon as got within three feet from her. My son however started putting water out for her placing te dish near our back door, but not food. and she come everyday to drink. He was finally able to approach her and pet her but first bring her a cat toy, She has made no attempt to come into the apartment.
My Miss Whiskers is a Tuxedo Cat, adopted from the Erie PA Humane Society in July of 2017. She is now 11 years and 8 months old. We send our greetings!
Tazzy has fallen into a featherbed and she knows it. Her search for human slaves is over.
She does have that look...
it looks like Tazzy is comfortable in her newfound throne in her new queendom, and i gather she is happy with the servants that appeared before her to offer their services.
long live Queen Tazzy!
My first cat was a little grey tabby female who came up to me when I was living on East 11th between 5th Avenue and University Place and rubbed her head against my leg. I couldn't not take her in. My neighbor had two cats and kindly supplied me with a cardboard box, some litter and some food. I named her Rhiannon after the Fleetwood Mac song popular at the time. I told a friend how I'd met her; she said, "When they do that, it usually means they're pregnant." When I got her to the vet, it was in the nick of time. Her kittens had died, her uterus had ruptured, and she had acute peritonitis. The vet was able to save her. She was my ever delightful companion for thirteen years after.
Wonderful rescue story!
She's pretty content to be inside. Feral cats go crazy if you bring them in. She's happy to be rescued. I assume she's spayed or there would be evidence of having nursed kittens. She's a lucky girl.
I hope Tazzy and Ruby develop a close relationship. It’s wonderful she knew a good home when it was offered. As much as I love my dogs, I miss a purring kitty lying on my chest.
All cats are feral, at least a little bit, or else they would not be cats. Cats are incredibly tactile, and they absolutely love having their caregivers (nobody owns a cat) rub their bellies, or rubbing their backs from the root of their tail to the tip of their nose. You could almost see the little red hearts rise from them like little balloons and then pop overhead, and with a look on their face of utter bliss. They will never try to please you like a dog will, but they will love you intensely, like the love of a child for her parent. Some of them will even try to talk to you, like saying, "Hey! It's bedtime. Time for you and me to hit the rack, you at one end of the bed, he at the other end. Laps and are designed for napping, and you'll be able to feel your cat's purring throughout your whole body. Enjoy!
I rescued two truly feral kittens years ago. It took a while for them to come out of the bathroom. I was lying on the floor in the corpse pose and a felt a little tongue licking my finger. Maybe some yogurt was still there. The vet told me they would never be civilized. Soon they were pinning me down by sleeping on my legs. My dog drifted over and slept on my other side. I had them for decades until the cats, Blackie and Christof, had to be put down. The dog went with my husband when we separated. I'd love to have a cat again, but I can't handle putting an animal down again. I don't even have a cricket in a bamboo cage.
Meow merrrow
Means you deserve a little rest.
A feral cat has been hanging around our apartment area for several months. I sit outside most days in ate afternoon to read and sh'd sit maybe 6 feet away. I'd try to approach her very slowly from time to time but she'd move away as soon as got within three feet from her. My son however started putting water out for her placing te dish near our back door, but not food. and she come everyday to drink. He was finally able to approach her and pet her but first bring her a cat toy, She has made no attempt to come into the apartment.
Cats are magic creatures, guardians of spiritual dimensions. You’ve been blessed.
Tazzy is a beauty. You’re wonderful. She’s one lucky Tazzy and will be always and forever grateful. Perfect!
Nothing beats a F1 loving cat
She's lovely!! Good on the rescuers!!
Great! I love a feral cat who is willing to be taken in as family.
My Miss Whiskers is a Tuxedo Cat, adopted from the Erie PA Humane Society in July of 2017. She is now 11 years and 8 months old. We send our greetings!
Best post ever.