Sent Girl to a nice couple who was a potential new owner on Saturday but I got a call to collect her back the day after. Apparently she had turn into a Tasmanian devil, hiding in the toilet and will attack anyone who tried to get close.
I was at lost as to where to house her for the night. I was busy with family matters and had a handing over of the apartment to the tenant later at night. The call was a super dampener.
My wife helped to find a sitter and it seems to be the best solution at that moment.
Went to collect her around 9:30 pm and found her is a super stress mode and totally defensive. She would attack anyone including me. This is the first time she was like that.
The potential owner are probably not used to a cat that will be hostile for a period of time when brought to a new environment but if I were in their shoes, I would probably have done the same which is to return it to the real owner.
A lot of effort was needed to get her into the carrier, including the possibility of me bleeding all over but I managed nevertheless. As much as I hate it as I know it will only make her even more hostile than she already was, I had to use a broom to slowly corner her into the carrier. She soiled herself in the process, a clear cut sign she was simply too stressed out. I feel sad each time I recalled that moment.
Once in the carrier, she was calm. The couple and me apologised and thanked each other as we parted ways.
One the way to the sitter, I prayed that this new temporary arrangement will suit her best. As it turns out, it is. Michelle, the sitter, takes in cat out of kindness and only charge for basic expenses which I am more than willing to fork out.
The moment I stepped into the apartment, I knew it will work out judging from the condition of the rest of the cats there. When I carry Girl into her cage, she didn't bite me, a sign has calm down.
We sat for quite sometime talking about Girl and what's her future will be like. The uncertainty is a downer. But at least for now, I am just glad knowing she is in good hands.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Gonna miss you my sweetheart, my Girl.
I am looking for a new home for my cat of 12 years. It pains me but I had to as I am currently staying in a place where I cannot bring her with me.
It would put my mind at ease if her future owners love cats to death. I would even take care of the expenses if need be. All I asked for is the possibility to visit her from time to time at her new home.
Breed - I seriously am not sure what her breed is but she looks a lot like a Turkish Angora
Sex - Female
Colour - White
Eyes - Blue
Age - approx 12 years
Toilet train - Yes
- She had a fall many years back which broke her left shoulder and toes on her right front paws. However, she is still very mobile and able to run around as she is not in pain.
- Claws on broken toes still grow but cannot retract so need to clip frequently to aid her mobility and to prevent it from growing into her paws.
- She is sterilized.
- No other known medical issues.
- She is a timid cat and will hide if brought out of her comfort zone or in the presence of strangers as she 100% indoors. Other than that she is friendly with those she is familiar with.
- She can get very defensive and fierce is she feels she is threatened but she will not attack if not provoked.
- Feed mainly on dry food.
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