In October 2023 a mama feral brought her 4 babies to my patio. I was already feeding her and a range of other ferals, strays, ex barn cats from the bad farmer down the road.
We have 3 of that litter still with us and have one left to neuter. The vet got annoyed with me after taking mama to be spayed as it took 6 months to catch her and I went without an appointment. Id already had the girl from her previous litter done, as well as most of the other boys.
So last week the remaining non spayed boy hurt his paw. I thought it was from fighting but now he cant even put it on the ground so yesterday after spending 2 hours moving stuff and prepping our laundry room for him, I got him in the carrier and took him downstairs.
Upon release he went bananas. And with a bad paw he was trying everything to escape so was just making it worse. I thought I was annoying him so left the room for 5 mins and it then went silent.
I went back in and couldn't find him. Then I saw his tail sticking out from...behind...the wall...I tickled his back and called his name and he backtracked and I thought fuck this im not having him disappear into the bloody foundations so I let him out, called his name up the stairs to the back of the house and opened the back door for him.
By the time I got back downstairs he had disappeared. I assumed he'd double backed and got out.
He'd peed everywhere so I spent 2 hours mopping all the floors with Milton, and all the sides of the walls and because I could still smell him I redid it with some light scented cleaner.
I could still smell him so I redid the whole lot again with milton. Still smelt him.
After about 5 hours my other cat came in and went downstairs and completely disappeared. We looked everywhere and nada.
5 mins later he appeared, came to find me and took me to...the first cat who had silently been hiding under the spare bed downstairs.
We'd been in and out, around and about, id mopped 3 times under that bed. The window had been open. And he'd just laid there.
By then id cancelled the vets appt to look at his paw so I had to them move everything out of that room, put litter trays, blankets, his outdoor bed, in it and move everything that was in my downstairs kitchen in to the laundry room. All my pottery stuff, glazes, clay, a full studio.
Bloody hell.
Hes peed on the bed since, so I have 2 quilts and 2 quilt covers and some sheets to wash, and a new mattress to buy. He pooed on rhe floor but it was next to some plants so ill strategically place the litter trays there. And ill cover everything in puppy pee pads and some old cat blankets and quilts from upstairs. And the mattress never fitted it anyway so we can use that in the new house when we move them all over for their 6 weeks internship.
But he is calm. And I'm hopefully taking him in later today. He is probably just happy not to be getting in to fights.
What a day and night its been.
Ive been awake since 3:30 as every noise i heard i was worried he'd started howling and trying to escape again.
Anyway, just about to commence another clean and a repositioning of the litter trays.
Cat tax of him under the bed should appear soon. His name is Winston.