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Whiskers, The Story of a Wild Barn Cat

Thứ Ba, 11 tháng 12, 2012

Whiskers, The Story of a Wild Barn Cat
"This is Whiskers, a feral cat. Whiskers is one of five kittens found living under some boards at the Maguire Farm, along with the mom cat. The mom cat and kittens were all wild. Having a farm, we decided the wild cats were more than welcome to stay. Knowing winter was coming we decided to try and tame the kittens. We captured the kittens and handled them every day. The kittens were wild and would try and bite us when we handled them. We named the mom cat Mom-Cat and the kittens Nasty-One, Nasty-Two, Nasty-Three, Nasty-Four and Nasty-Five. We had to wear heavy gloves to handle them. The mom cat was upset her kittens were in a cage so we let her have two of them back. We continued to try and tame the other three. We were somewhat successful with the remaining three. The mom and the two kittens we let go were hanging around the barn because of the food we put out. Even the mom was becoming slightly more friendly. We eventually let all of the kittens go. They hung out around the barn for months until they all eventually disappeared. They were all gone for months. One day we heard a cat crying. We looked around and saw Whiskers on the barn roof. My daughter climbed up onto the roof (it is ground level on one side) and picked Whiskers up. He was skin and bones and very hungry. She carried him to a bowl of food. Whiskers never left again. He lives right on our porch. My daughter is the only one who can hold him. He comes really close to us and will rub against our legs, but does not like to be held or touched. If we reach down to pet him he will dart away and come back to rub our legs when he thinks we are not looking. The only time he will semi tolerate being petted is while he is eating. We can always count on Whiskers being right outside our door. He never goes far from the house (the cats are all fed on the porch). Once in a while we will spot another Nasty-Cat, but they do not hang around like Whiskers does. We think they hang out at another barn in the area. Two other Nasty-Cats hung out enough to earn real names. One black female was named Claudia and one of the other male tiger kittens was named Cutie-Pie (my daughter called him Cute-Stuff), however we have not seen these cats in quite some time now. Like all of our barn cats, Whiskers has his shots and is neutered, thanks to the wonderful house calls of my awesome vet!"

One Eyed Hammy is a feral cat who ended up at the Maguire Farm by mistake
"One-Eyed Hammy is a feral cat who ended up at the Maguire Farm by mistake. A load of hay was being delivered. When the van doors opened, out jumped Hammy, who was apparently hitching a ride! He ran off as fast as he could. We thought we'd never see him again. However a few days later he was spotted on the barn roof. I took a picture of him and when I zoomed in on the picture, not only did I realize he had a cold, but he also only had one eye! His missing eye was completely gone out of the socket. One can only imagine how that happened.  We also realized he could not hear. There was nothing we could do about the missing eye and the loss of hearing, but we could do something about the cold. We started wrapping antibiotics in Velveeta cheese and tossing them to him. To our delight, if we moved far enough away from him, he'd eat the cheese along with the pill. One-Eyed Hammy, as we now call him, would still not come near us. He stayed very far away. However, over time we were able to get closer and closer. We even touched him once. He no longer runs when he sees us. He sleeps in the barn with Little Lou, our best mouser cat. We still cannot get close enough to really pet him, but he does not run when he sees us and that's a huge leap. Maybe someday we'll be able to get close enough to give him some good old kitty love. Perhaps someday..."


"Sylvester our cat who has to be in the middle of everything we do. Kay was doing payroll and he had to be right there."

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