Flash | Wild cat behavior

This morning, Flash was left in local human society to be sterilized. My friend Haley got her there at 8:00. At 3:00 pm Flash was collected by another of my friends and returned me. He had made a difficult decision to move forward and give these three remaining kittens to human society next week. I wanted to deliver to the three kittens at the same time and asked them to remain together in the same cage until they are adopted. They are currently so friendly and loving, I do not suspect that they will be there for a long time. I will monitor its online adoption, since that is the only way I can do this at this time.

Flash had to be a late sterilization. I was out of control at the time I let her out of the cage to verify it and see what her incision was like. I also released it from the terrible plastic cone and replaced it with a quarter -line collar that is made of cloth and, therefore, is not something scary for a young kitten.

We moved her room to the room and cover her with a dark blanket and leave her alone to try to break down what she had endured this morning. Be for past experiences that keep dogs and cats in the same room. (When they wait for estuaries/vs.). Although the room is quite large, dogs remain on one side, cats in the other. But the bark of all these dogs can be very appropriate for cats and especially for kittens. So, in addition to all scary peromones along with anesthesia, it was quite altered.

Normally Kota sleeps with me in the bedroom. Tonight, however, I would ban the room and enter there around 10 o’clock to sleep. Flash had been maullanding incessantly. He had entered there a couple of times trying to calm her or calm her. But nothing worked. Even giving it some food and water at 8 pm did nothing to relieve it.

I went to bed for about two hours, listening to her crying and she sounded so pathetic and so scared. I knew that if I opened the door of the cage and let it out, it would not calm down. She would become a rotating derviche in the room and that will not help her at all.

Finally, I began to sing some black spirituals that I learned a long time ago. The one who calmed it immediately is called. That there is peace. (Quite ironic when you think about it). But it worked for her and after three rounds of the song, she has finally fallen asleep. They are almost 2 in the morning. Now I am in the living room and I’m probably going to sleep in my chair instead of the bedroom. I no longer hear her cry and I am grateful that she is now at peace.

I hope that once the morning is broken that returns to herself so she can join her sisters. I know they won’t recognize her because she doesn’t smell the same. Fortunately, I still have in my closet, with pure vanilla extract (not imitation). I will be putting this in all the kittens before placing it in the room. Everyone will have it at the tip of their noses and under their tails. This is how cats greet each other. The noses of the other smell and smell under the tail. If I don’t do this, there will be a fight. I don’t want any fight, especially when one of my cats has just sterilize.

If the times were different, the circumstances not so overwhelming. I would have loved to keep the five kittens. They are so unique and so special. But that will not happen. I still have 14 bailouts here. Also my two covered kittens, Aspen and Addie have not adapted to these newcomers even though they have been here for several months. There is much to load the door of the screen between them. Much growl and posture of my cats residing to these babies. All point to the fact that the possibilities are quite strong, they never get along. One of the reasons is that all are women. If these were male kittens, this would not be happening.

So this is my last rescued garbage (hitting wood as I say that). I pray that human society remains faithful to your word of keeping the three girls together in the same cage until they are adopted. It would certainly reduce its level of stress and mine.

We are still under a flood clock and my stream is definitely flooding. It is in the middle of the path at this time and the current is reserving. It is so fast that even Kota tells the power of this current. He doesn’t even try to venture to go down and drink outside the stream. He simply stays with me at the top of the road. Such a smart dog. I think they call him animal instinct.

For what comes with me next, instead of asking a person who takes care not only of me, but also of my animals. It would be too much. So I have asked several people to enter and take care of outdoor kittens, another will enter and take care of the interior kittens. A lady comes to take care of Kota- and even another will come to pick up my email periodically and bring it to the house, as well as get my trash cans if they need to be taken to the sidewalk. I thought it would be much easier than asking someone no matter how much he likes to do everything. I know because I do everything every day and it’s a lot to me.

My biggest concern is still Bentley. I don’t think anyone can give him his pill. I am thinking of perhaps making very small meatballs, inserting a pill into each meatballs and then freezing them in a tray of ice cubes. Have three taken at the same time to defrost. Working that way, but again. He is very famous for spitting his pill.

I’m just trying to cover all the bases. I don’t know how long I will be motionless. My surgeon told me that he will not know until once I get there and see what is really happening and does everything possible to get everything well. The good thing is that I do not like to fly because it says that I will start activating metal detectors at airports.

It is difficult to imagine having a shoulder joint that reverses how nature intended to function. But as I mentioned before, it has a success rate of 90% with this surgery and has been doing this surgery for 20 years. We want everyone lucky