So last year Kharma showed up in our driveway. A starving, affectionate little bag of bones who'd had kittens, wanted pets and yet was afraid.
She's now a happy, too fat, 20 pound, long haired gray beauty. She's a loving, purring piece of my heart!
So several weeks ago a little DMH tiger-like cat showed up on the porch, batting at the glass at the inside cats. He kept coming back to eat and try to play so ... out came the trap.
We got him, took him to the vet, neutered him and named him Tosha. That's Sanskrit for "a state of mental ease." Well, ease was not what he had at first. The dog got into the area of the house where he was, wanting to sniff him. Tosha naturally panicked, broke through a screen and disappeared into the woods.
It took us 6 weeks to trap him again, but we did. We caged in in a 125 pound dog cage. However, the very first night I crawled 1/2 way in to try to pet him. He jumped up and head butted me so hard it hurt my nose. :D Yeah!
Since then, he's pretty much resided under the bed, but he's no longer afraid of the dog, keeps trying to head butt the other cats, and snuggles, loves, and purrs like he's always lived her.
We're so lucky. 5 cats and counting. Then there are the two dogs we found on the Ohio Interstate this fall. We're up to 3 dogs, too, although those two live at another house we have. Someday, we'll all be together.
Soon we'll be integrating Lady Cat (http://www.cara-adopt.org/ladycat.html) who looks just like Pauley's sister!
I know you guys understand how joy and Oh-My-God-Another-Cat feelings. I'd like to kill the people who dump domesticated, loving babies out in the country, but I'm equally blessed they did it at my house!
