Thank you all for caring about my pets. Vince and I were talking the other night about what misfits we are . . not because we think we’re misfits but because we just don’t seem to conform to what the rest of world things is normal. We’d both rather be at home by ourselves; neither of us like going out to eat; I’d rather sleep in my car than stay in a motel . . we’re weird.
Our animals – we have Boots who showed up here as a little kitten. There are no close neighbors and not even any neighbors within probably 10 miles that have cats so we feel he was dumped.
We have Rita who had to have been dumped. She lived out in the woods til we managed to catch her in a trap. Can you imagine a chihuahua living out there with the wild pigs, coyotes and snakes. She had been living on acorns. We found a couple of her stashes and then for the longest time, she’d find an acorn out in the yard and gobble it down, even though she wasn’t hungry. I guess just remembering how hard it had been to find food made her want to eat every one she found. One vet said she was about 3; one said she was probably 7 years old when we found her. She had never had puppies and was not spayed so I leaned more towards her being 3 but I have no idea. I can’t even remember my own age half the time. She wasn’t blind when she got her – that happened a couple of years later. We feel she had been dumped.
And, we have Cat. No idea where she came from. No idea how old she is. I say “she” because she’s a tortoise shell and it’s very rare for there to be a male tortie. She has the typical tortie attitude . . DIFFICULT. I’ve heard even house pet torties are difficult so add that to being a feral cat and . . it isn’t a combination you want in your cat. She adopted us . . she probably figured anyone who will sit out for hours in 100+ degree weather to try to make friends with me while I’m hissing at them . . they’re suckers for another animal. She has more than likely been spayed . . her ear is tipped and in the 5+ years she’s been here, she hasn’t had kittens.
Back to Boots – he has eaten everything I gave him today. I put out some new dry cat food. I weighed it before I put it out and I can weigh it again to see if he’s eaten any. Vince said he looks still looks skinny. He may not have eaten much at all while at the vet for a week.
It makes me so sad to think that he was probably scared and uncomfortable at the vet but it makes me even more sad to think how animals must feel when they’re dumped on the side of the road. Even though turning them in at animal shelters is more humane (I guess), can you imagine what a pet who has had a comfy safe place to sleep and was so used to his surroundings must feel like when that happens?
Someone mentioned that I could make homemade food for Boots. I thought about that and googled some recipes but with us looking for a house in Arkansas, we are going to have more trips to make there and I don’t want to get him used to homemade food because the vet probably wouldn’t appreciate me bringing in refrigerated food for him. Once we get settled in a new location, I probably will start making his food.
So long as he continues to do ok, I won’t do any more updates but you can always ask about him if you’re wondering.