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| Poor cat in a barn |
Yes,
Sady has her issues. No time to sit around feeling sad. Today, we look at those who need us.
Annabelle is a 2-year-old (or so) small cat found in a barn. She is not a barn cat. She wasn't thriving in the barn, despite the fact that there are many cats in rural Ontario who manage. What the heck. What is one more cat? She was getting along with with the 5 cats where she was being fostered, but Amy, her foster-mom, found that was her max!
Tuesday
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| Dorah plays it safe up high |
It's a bit tricky. They are settling in. Wee Annabelle growls her precious face off, pre-empting any grief from other cats.
Her only downside... right now she is inhaling her food, not nibbling like ours, and she has very smelling flatulence! By the third day, her flatulence has ceased. Thank goodness!
First night, her first few hours...she tried to drink my soy milk/ovaltine. She is a very affectionate cat! Desperate for loving and attention. She dominates the room for now, the others are intimidated.
Wednesday
I had a sweet face nudging me at 6:00 a.m., thinking she was hungry. Sady had tried to come up on the bed in the night, but Annabelle growled in self-defense and Sady backed off.
We were watching TV, and I noticed Sir raiding the bird feeder. I held Annabelle up to the window, just for a peek, and she growled at our buck, Sir, 10' outside the door on the front garden. This is clearly a cat who is used to defending herself.
Wednesday morning I took some time to play with Daisy and Annabelle in the basement. It was parallel play, as both had a mouse, and they were very aware of one another, but there was no interaction nor growling.
They are coming to terms with it all, except that everyone has moved locations. Sady, who was sleeping in the office in the day, is now under the table. Buster has taken over the rocker in the office.
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| Buster on the rocker in the office |
Dorah
was sleeping in the spare room. She's been hiding under our bed for now. Then she took the high ground, on the shelf. Last night, rather than Sady between us and Buster at the bottom of the bed, Annabelle was at hubby's feet most of the night. Daisy spends the night in the basement by the fire on her blanket box.
Wednesday night, Daisy on a blanket, on the blanket box. Hubby in his warm robe by the fire. Annabelle on the couch beside me. A truce for this evening, just over the first 24 hours! Sady popped in, but took off.
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| Sady enters the room, sees Daisy, and takes off! |
Thursday.
This is day 3, and aside from smelly toots, and claiming to be totally starving ALL THE TIME, she is adorable!
We are giving the other cats much time and attention. Lots of brushing and lovin's. Hubby watched curling in the basement with poor old Sady. Daisy came and went.
Here we are watching a PVR of the People's Choice Awards. I did a workout in the basement, where Daisy helped me.
Annabelle and I did some selfies.
Friday
Annabelle thnks that every dish of food is hers. Except for Sady's hypoallergenic crunchies. She's n
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| Hubby and Dorah |
ot thrilled with these. We've been feeding Annabelle her Medical Dental. Nice big, round crunchies, that she sort of chews. The vet says she can have 3/4 cup. She's used to inhaling any food she can get her teeth into, out in the wild. I suppose that is the life of feral cats. Our cats munch during the day.
This seems to work. We watched the singles curling, while cats came and went. Dorah sat with hubby. They are slowing lowering their guards, but it will take time.
Buster is slowly recovering from his worms, although he's not the night owl he's been, nor does he want to do walkies.
Daisy and I went walkies in the forest to place out a trail cam I bought.
I was curious to see if I could figure out which critters are haunting the forest in the night. Daisy thought I should put it up in a tree. She climbed a half-dozen. I spotted a spot where the deer had made a bed.
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| box with leaves |
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| deer bed in the forest |
The
goose with the broken wing has disappeared, again. Someone has put out a box with leaves. I left some food, although I hope s/he is gone, and out of her pain.
Saturday
Rising at 5:51, anxious to pre-empt any '
discussion', I fed everyone their own dish. Annabelle ("I have NEVER been fed!"), had hers. Buster went for the crunchies, but A
nnabelle thought those were hers, too. Buster growled back. "My's food!"
Sady likes her hypoallergenic canned food, I took her some in the basement, whilst I built up the fire.
The fire is getting warmer, on this cold, January day. Life unfolds as it should. We have enough love for all of you, I assure them. Everyone gets a brush and some TLC.
Annabelle play from
Jennifer Jilks on
Vimeo.
Our Annabelle, the newest member of our family, really liked the (sssshhh - dog) toy, a badger. She is beginning to relax, as are the other cats. She chased Daisy cat, who is about her size, and they were playing. Both cats are runts, I think. Daisy is an adult, but only 7lbs.
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