I left you yesterday with the kittens back in their cage and everyone a little stressed out. When I went back into the kitten room that night for dinner there was vomit all over the room. Six to eight piles of bile.. It was more than a little disconcerting .. especially since I had no idea who did it. They were small enough they could have been Ella..
I put down food, and shortly there after Elsa vomited. So now we know
It was late in the day so the shelter was closed. I had no idea what was going on, but Elsa was interested in food, she was playing with Ella and she didn't seem in any more distress than she had been prior to the kittens showing up, so I left her for the night.
The kittens were very happy to get more food. They are little more than fur and bones. I've seen worse, but that doesn't make this any better. To tame ferals, I usually make food the reward, but being so thin it felt almost cruel to withhold any food from them, so I gave them a great big bowl of dry, some water and more canned food than they should have been able to eat. They were also covered in flea dirt. Cuddling them I tried to dislodge as much as I could - I even found a tick.. eww. I hate ticks. They had been treated and the fleas I pulled off them were dead, but the tick's legs were moving after I dislodged him. The food helped them forget the incidents of the afternoon, and we were pretty much back to square one - which I was thankful for.
So I went back down Saturday morning, and there were more piles of vomit around the room. Not as much, but some.
well remember this picture?
I had bought a box of small garbage bags to scoop litter into since I ran out of grocery bags. With the garbage bags came a pack of twist ties. I didn't see them until I had gone through about half of the box, and when I did I put them in the draw that I keep the food in. Well a few days later I found a majority of the pack on the floor and someone had been having their way with them. I picked up all I could find and threw them away. Well two days later I found a few more. Then this..
and then the vomiting and the grumpiness.. In my wildest fears I assumed she ate a twist tie, so I called the shelter to report the vomiting and the fact that it was possible. I don't know she ate one, there is no way to find out.. Well the shelter has a clinic and the vet was in so they had me bring her in. She was examined and nothing major happened.. They wanted to keep her a while and see if she ate and pooped.. I was out of the house most of the day and when I got home there was a call from the shelter manager.
Being as Elsa is a "rambunctious" cat, there is a serious fear about putting her up for adoption. She can't go into a community room where kids show up all the time, because I can't say she won't go after them. The other option is to put her in a cage, which does not go over well with her at all. And with possible medical issues and looking at having to invest more in a cat that currently has no prospects at all, well a discussion had to be had.
I figured this discussion was going to have to happen at some point. I keep working with Elsa, but each time I try I see her skin ripple down her back and watch her get over stimulated each and every time. Is there a home for Elsa? I have no doubt that there are some people out there who would appreciate her unchecked reactions, but it is a very very limited pool, and finding them without being able to properly house her.. well lets just say it is sad, and it makes me want to work with her more... but facing possible surgery and that expense and what not.. I was resigning myself to the fact that this might have been the best possible way for my psyche to handle all of this.
So Sunday morning I went in to face the music. I was preparing myself to say goodbye.
Then there was this..
|I want out!!|
Sadly Niki was STILL at the shelter when I went in on Sunday. Paws crossed she has a home now. The shelter even has reduced their fees because they still have a slew of kittens and are full up with cats.. Even our shelter who has awesome adoption rates is struggling. This is when those people who say a no kill nation is actually an option across the nation right now and they actually believe that pet overpopulation is a myth drive me up the wall. but that is another post..
Anyway. The reunion was interesting. Elsa seemed a little annoyed when she got home. She ate, she inspected every ounce of the room. She shunned Ella for about an hour.. She ignored the orphans.. she growled and made unhappy vocal noises.. was she unhappy or were these HER happy noises?? I have no idea.
Once she settled down, I let the boy out for a bit. He and Ella played. Elsa got in on it a little. She played very nicely, groomed him a little, but mostly stayed out of things. After a while I thought it was time to put him away, and I was able to heard him into an area where I could easily get him to minimize the stress of my trying to get him. I gave him a snuggle and a few kisses and put him back in the cage.
so at this point we are in a holding pattern and hoping for the best..