UPDATE Feb. 13: Daisy May, as she is now called, is settling in. Here she is, sleeping on a seedling/plant heater.
UPDATE: Sat. Feb. 9
I have an update on Daisy May (her new name). I think she's settling into her new home. Her new mom, Helen, had to go out of town for a couple of days, and she had people in to feed her. From JB's cousin, who supports Daisy May's new mom:
"Helen phoned yesterday after she got home and Daisy May was fine. She had lots of visitors and wasn't upset by Helen's absence. Apparently she likes being on top of cupboards.... "It's not a surprise! Daisy loved climbing trees.
UPDATE: Jan. 28
.S. I heard from Daisy's new mom. She is going to call her Daisy May. This is sweet. Daisy knows her name, I'm glad she didn't totally change it.
She didn't eat anything the first two days, and hid in her new room, but emerged yesterday and got up on the window sill. She's going to be an indoor cat, now. I'm sure she will adapt.
UPDATE: Jan. 26th
Her new owner has picked up Daisy. I'm a mess. Happily, her driver is JB's cousin. Small world. Her new life, with her new mommy, begins. Our stress is over.
UPDATE: Jan. 24
Thursday afternoon, having negotiated hubby's cell phone (fat thumbs), and misdialing, twice, I made contact with Daisy's new mummy. I broke down, talking to her. She sounds like a good person. That's all anyone could want for an animal one needs to rehome.
I've never rehomed a cat. We had a kitten, once, a Manx, with no tail. She kept jumping the fence and hanging around the neighbour's bird feeder in the city. We gave her back to the shelter. That was different.
Daisy likes to pray when she plays. We're sending her with this toy, her bed.
We put her in the kennel Dec. 21 - Jan. 17th. ($581 – it was worth it.) Four weeks of peace and quiet. Hooper was much less frightened, and normal. We roared out to pick Daisy up Thursday, as the snow was coming Friday.
Previous Daisy update
Daisy checked out the entire house, twice. I was watching my TV shows upstairs, she was content
sitting in the basement watching curling with Annabelle and JB. Hooper was upstairs, with me.
She came upstairs, and at 7 p.m. she went outside. Then, 7:40, came back in. It was a cold night, but she was free to go out.
I was up at 5:30 a.m. Friday morning. I fed the other two, Daisy went downstairs onto the caterpillar. She ambled upstairs, and sat in the doorway watching Hooper.
Normal morning, Friday, JB was up at 7:30, and Daisy was supervising. She was playfully knocking things off of the counter!
Hooper watched from the box in the living room, but he didn't cower under a bed.
JB began doing his morning routine, then three cats were in the bathroom. Hooper was brave, Daisy went after Annabelle, as you could see she felt threatened.
The dynamics have changed. Annabelle doesn't back down, now. She owned it, not just when she felt she was defending Hooper. Hooper isn't cowering under the beds.
The crisis came when Hooper and Annie wanted to come in and see what JB was doing in the bathroom. That didn't go well. Daisy felt outnumbered.
She came and sat on my lap, I brushed her. That lasted until Annie walked under my feet. Daisy scratched my ankle, jumping down to attack Annie. Annie stood up to her, with this new dynamic. Daisy slept in her crate for a couple of hours.
Hooper slept downstairs on the caterpillar.
There was another fight in the afternoon and last night. Hooper spent the night under the stairs, in shelter.
JB bought some new cat treats.
I give up. I bawled. Does anyone want a cat? The local cat shelters are packed. We have been such responsible cat owners. We've had Daisy for most of her 6 years, adopted her at 3 months as a rescue. Back in the crate she goes.
The good, old days.
The toilet and the pipes, we think, are fixed. More on that later. What a battle.
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