I just adopted a kiddie cat. WoW! It sounds a little scary to me, to be responsible for that little kiddie's well being. But that is my utmost concern and I can't wait for the veterinarian's office to open at 9 AM, so I can take her for her shots, blood exam and anything else that her doctor recommends.
It all started on October 11, 2010, when I went to a neighborhood bank, to make a deposit for my client. The gorgeous, charming kiddie cat was rounding around the bank, crying for food ( or so that's what I guessed). So I drove quickly to the Walgreens pharmacy across the street, bought some can cat food, cat food container, and drove back to the kiddie, to feed her. She ate everything, but only when I stood farther away. The closest she would allow me to get was an arms lenght.
At night, I went back again, and there she was. I fed her, she played a little with my shoes, did her charming movements around the tree, and looked just very happy. So I countinued to visit the little cat, and extended my visits to the Petsmart store in Boynton Beach. Trying to learn how I could approach the Kiddie to take her to the Vet. I even purchased a little carrier for her and tried putting food inside of it, to see if she would approach it. So she did, but just far enough to check it out, but not steady enough for me to close the little carrier door behind her. Basically, she would not let herself in a position of being taken away.
The interesting part of the rescue attempt is that I realized that I wasn't the only one trying to catch her or tame and feed her. Most people that would have the pleasure to see the little kiddie, would return to the bank's parking lot with a treat for her. I even heard of another lady trying to take her home.
So yesterday I followed the advise of an Angel. My Facebook Friend, told me that the only way to get her would be with a Racconn trap. That I should put a delicious cat can food inside the trap, and once the cat would get inside, cover the cage with a towel so the kiddie would not get scared and take her to the vet.
So here I am, only 1 hour before the Vet opens, anxiously waiting to take the Kiddie to the doctor, and hoping that she is all right, and to make her happy and healthier in her new home. I have to admit that I am a little concerned about my couch too. Hopefully we will find some good toys for her at the store, to make sure she can enjoy herself without ripping off the couch or anything else.
Either way, Welcome Kiddie! May our lives together be a happier one.
IF you are an experienced cat lover, any advices are more than welcome. Thank you!!!