lol, I know. I can't resist baby anythings.
You know we get baby virginia opossums in the office all the time, and I cuddle them and feed them and put them under my ponytail until the techs come in to euthanize them.
Everyone else thinks they're ugly. But I love them.
I don't know from cat breeds - he came from a 100% feral litter.
This lady (who is like the kitty anti-christ) called us out to trap and remove the cats. We told her we charge $75 per cat to remove, and that they are taken to her county shelter for processing and adoption. She said, "I don't care if you drown them or bash their heads in. Just get them off my property."
o.O
Anyway, she was having work done on the interior of her garage, and when they pulled one of the inside walls down, seven kittens and their mama poured out of it.
So they chased them around until they caught them all, stuffed them into a trap, and dropped them off at our office on her way to work.
We called(and even stopped by a few) every single shelter and private rescue in a 75 mile radius. ALL of them were beyond maximum capacity, and refused to take the kittens even if we PAID them.
That left us with only two options:
If they were friendly, I would take them home, rehab them, get them all treated for fleas and internal parasites, get them their shots, and find them new homes.
If they were as feral as their mother(who bit a hole through my hand when I opened her cage to give her some food, and spent all 2 hours that she was in the office snarling, growling, and screaming even without provocation) they would have to be put down.
So - I took on the task no one else would, and gently tipped the cage up onto it's end and reached in for the first of 7 kittens. Temperament testing time.
I got my arms scratched to ribbons, more holes bitten through my hands, and every one of the kittens screamed as though I was eviscerating it when I so much as touched them.
There were only two exceptions, a little black and white tuxedo kitten, and Cooper.
Cooper hissed and spit and swatted at me, cried when I picked him up, but there was a huge difference in his behavior and the behavior of the other kittens. Cooper was terrified, like they were, but he wasn't aggressive. He didn't scream, he didn't bite me, he just tried to get away.
So, they got to come home with me. The little black kitty died of shock before I could get him to the vet, but Cooper flourished. As soon as he realized what captive care was all about, he hasn't even gone near a door or window since. He purrs and purrs and purrs, meows for attention, answers your questions when you talk to him, and even participates in conversation.
He even hails a taxi when he needs to poo and isn't near a box. He starts frantically meowing, so I go out and pick him up, ask him what he needs and he says "MEEEWWW!" so I drop him off in the litterbox, he does his thing, then comes for a cuddle. It's crazy.
I know all about being careful with cords, he only likes that one cord because it has the paper tab on it. When I 'm not at the computer, that cord goes into a box. He's never even touched any other cords.
It's like he just KNOWS how to be a good house cat. He hasn't missed the litterbox ONCE. I'm so proud of him.
(btw, it took nearly an hour to write this blurb up, because Cooper= WON"T stop wlking on the ke55555555555555yboar6666++d.)200000000000000000000
