Posts Tagged ‘wild cats’

Kittens with shoes

Who needs a new puppy to chew up your shoes? I have Avery Faith. This morning she was happily rolling around on the piece of carpet I store my shoes on, kicking and clawing and biting at this poor victim of her play wrath. At least I am getting closer to her now.
Overall, progress has been made with the wild winter wind–both of them.
Aspen, the mama who started all this back in November, is now collared. I bought her a pretty blue breakaway collar last night and she has taken to wearing it pretty good. She has tamed down to what I figured she would be–affectionate, always seeking me out to be in my lap, purring and kneading. Both her and Avery Faith have been treated for eat mites and dewormed. That was fairly simple to do. It is the nail trimming that is harder to accomplish. Both are learning their names too.
Aspen’s only fault is her desire to still go out. Partly because she is going back into season and wants to find a male to make more little Avery’s and partly because it is a hostile environment inside. The resident cats are not so excited about the newcomers. So each time I return home or wake in the morning, I follow Aspen’s trail of destruction, which so far has been knocked over plants and knocked over curtains. Nothing more serious or lasting. Otherwise, she has been a friendly, affectionate kitty. Once spayed, which was supposed to be this week and now rescheduled due to weather, she ought to settle in better.
Avery Faith has made great strides too. No destruction at all from her, she has taught herself all about the litter box, spends her time happily playing with any and all toys, boarding them and she will now approach me, but not quite ready to make that full commitment of actually moving into my outstretched hand like mama does. Not quite. It’s coming. Like when I knew Aspen would eventually move into a full-out belly rub. That’s hardly even new any more. And she loves to be brushed==Aspen that is.
So over all, I would have to say the wild winter wind has tamed down–at least inside my house. Outside it seems so much fiercer.

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Introducing Aspen Kennedy

This pretty creature is Aspen Kennedy. She first showed up on my porch in November, around the time of JFK’s anniversary, hence the ‘Kennedy’ part of her name. It would serve as a timeline reminder for me. She was clearly as wild as the November winds, paused to give me a wide-eyed glare and then raced off in a streak of smoky fur. So I did the only sensible thing I could do–I immediately grabbed a small dish, poured some of my cat’s kibble in it and left out for her.

Sure enough, she returned, when I could not see her. Each day I filled the dish and each night it was emptied out. Once in a blue moon, I’d catch a glimpse of her, just enough to know she was still coming around. Thus began our awkward relationship.

Because it’s the sort of person I am, and I have a pretty good track record at this sort of thing, I decided to tame this wild November wind. By now we were sliding into December. I armed myself with a few cans of yummy flavored cat food and prepared for a long winter of Taming Aspen.

I could tell she never had an owner, and most likely never had a real home. Each night that I wasn’t working, I was home, sitting on the porch, waiting for her. I soon learned her timetable. She would wait until the solar lights just kicked on and twilight was falling. Under the cover of darkness, she would steal silently onto the porch, looking for her dinner. Rain, cold, whatever the weather, I was there, with a dish of canned and dry food.

She would eat and I would talk, sitting motionless except to occasionally stir the canned around for easier reach. Gradually, as the days stretched through the month, she would creep closer to me, finally getting so close that her head would rest against my leg or knee. Still, I dare not try to pet her. Any movement on my part would still make her shift backward a foot or two. It was tempting to want to pet her, but it was still too early in our relationship for such overtures. Trust takes time and it had only been maybe 5 or 6 weeks at that point.

Fast forward another couple of weeks, this past weekend in fact. We had made great strides, she and I.  I had reached the point I could gently scrub her ears and along her back and she reached the point to realize it felt good. Go figure. When she had eaten her fill, she would hang out to groom herself, sharpen her claws on the banister and slowly stretch a few times. She had reached a point where she liked my darling little Papillion when I would return later to walk Scrapper and Aspen was still hanging around.

This past Sunday evening, I was at my post, food ready for her nightly visit. At her regular time, she appeared, bringing along a surprise—

Next time–the continuing story of Aspen and see what her surprise turned out to be.

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