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Well that didn’t go so well.

Mom and I made the attempt to bring Little Tabby Girl, aka Noodlehead (don’t ask), inside this morning. I really really wish this were going to be a picture post full of shot of her lounging around in the bathroom, happy with her new circumstances, but cats and life don’t always go how we want them to go. I got her into the bathroom, at which point she panicked and began trying to climb the walls. Luckily I was able to towel her and get her back into the carrier and thence back outside, where she calmed down immediately but I’m afraid our relationship has been slightly damaged. Hopefully it’s repairable.

She’s going to have to get trapped at SOME point here, she needs to be spayed and vax’d. I’m pretty sure she’s actually pregnant at the moment, and her kittens have only the slimmest shot at making it under these circumstances. But clearly she isn’t going to be an indoor kitty, which means the next step is probably to set up better housing on my porch, at least, and try to convince her to make this her base of operations so I can keep an eye on her. She was friendly enough before I attempted to bring her in, so I’m hopeful that the earnest offerings of wet food and treats will convince her that I meant well, at least, and re-establish our friendship.


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A breakthrough!

The little tabby finally let me pet her. That’s right, her. Whoops. At any rate, things are going quite well but I am not yet allowed to do anything but stroke her back, so we’re not yet at the “picking her up and bringing her in the house” stage. I do mean to pick up some frontline for her, though, as I think applying it will be similar enough to stroking her back that I can get away with it. It will make bringing her into the house way easier if I don’t have to worry about bug contagion.

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Two Manor Cats

I actually managed to get pics of two of the non-approachable Manor Cats this past week! Go me. They’re both tabby and white toms. ETA: Little Tabby let me get close enough to pet and examine and turns out to be a female. Whoops! Also she’s quite skinny and I suspect wormy, but while I may stroke her back now, I am not allowed to grab her yet. We’re working on it.

The first one is the one I think of as The Patriarch:
An adult cat, tabby with a white underside, lounges regally on his side.  You can tell he's an intact tom by his muscle tone and huge jowly cheeks.

The Patriarch is the most frequent full-grown visitor to my feeding station, and as you can see he hangs around the property a bit, too. His flight distance is about 20′, though, and this picture was taken in the dusk, from behind the fence, from a pretty good ways away, which is why it sucks. He’s OK with me and the dogs looking at him, as long as we don’t come too close.

The second one is Little Tabby TomGirl:
A young tabby and white cat peers over a step at the photographer.

Little Tabby TomGirl is, I suspect, going to be the next one I bring inside, if I can convince himher to come in before disease, predators, or cars get himher. HeShe started with a flight distance of 15-20 feet, but with the judicious and timely application of wet food and treats, I have worked himher down to 6-7′. Even better than that, heshe shows signs of wanting to approach me, but not being quite sure heshe can:
Little Tabby Girl pretends to ignore the photographer entirely and be fascinated with some foliage.
There heshe is doing that thing cats do, where they come to the edge of their comfort zone and then pretend they were about to do something else entirely, like sniff this here blade of grass. HeShe will also sit at the edge of hisher comfort zone and talk to me. Notice the tail up and tall posture, heshe’s dubious but not terrified!

One more, of himher nomming hisher wet food:
In this picture, Little Tabby Girl would quite clearly like the strange lady to stop moving around with the box on her face, and let her nom her wet food in peace.

Fingers crossed that I can get Little Tabby Tom in before something gets himher. HeShe so clearly wants to come up to me, wandering at that 6′ circle like heshe’s rubbing on something other than air, making blinky eyes at me, talking in hisher little voice. It’s so hard to be patient, but I’m trying.