My Greek kitty crew

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Removing the pain from Lilly's eyes


Today Lilly has been with us for 12 days and she has made good friends with her new brothers and sisters - Rosie and Rufus in particular. She spent a week on her own (which she really enjoyed) letting her fungus clear to a large degree - she's still got a few days of treatment for it to clear completely.

Physically Lilly was in a pretty fine condition (everything taken into consideration) although I did find the look in her eyes rather pained and sad (scroll down two posts to compare). She was in this peculiar way where she seemed to really love cuddles but would get really bitey of the hands cuddling her and she would squeak and cry if hands were put on her too suddenly. I wondered if her story was one of being handled by small children not really knowing when to let her go. I found Lilly on a building site - a house almost finished and recently inhabited for a few weeks by the family building the house (a family with three children - all under the age  of 6). I found Lilly roaming around on her own just a few days after they left the house and it would kind of make sense because Lilly wasn't really skinny and there are no other houses nearby. There was also no trace of a kitty mom or any siblings.

Well, I proceeded with this theory and told my dear husband to be mindful when handling Lilly and to let her all the time feel as if she had the upper hand and would be able to say no when she didn't want to engage. This approach started to make a difference - no more biting (she would bite even when we were handling/cuddling her really gently) and now she is so confident that she will walk into our laps of her own volition and we will just place a hand next to her - letting hands become a trusted friend again. This image is from yesterday morning - today we've been able to stroke Lilly very gently with no biting and no squeaking and it has been a major YES! feeling. To feel her become confident again is just wonderful - and her eyes are gradually becoming softer again. 

Trust is truly something you have to win - you can't just assume it will be there and Lilly has demonstrated such a valuable lesson.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Busy sporting his dashing good looks


I've spent a week quite besides myself. The day before Lilly made her appearance Tiny had gone missing. Tiny is my very first Greek rescue (one of those that was rescued back from the brink) so naturally I've developed quite an affection for him. Well, it appeared that he'd gone sporting his dashing good looks and only this morning did it occur to him to let me know that he was sound and well!  Unusually affectionate - I spontaneously picked him up and gave him a kiss - and he let me! (unheard of before) and obviously with an impressive appetite. 

He had me see parts of this valley that I've never even seen before (I spent several hours calling and looking for him). I also revisited an old post of mine (Nine steps to communicate with your animal) on how to communicate with your animal. I just needed to know what had happened. I've tried these steps before (and trust me they work!) so since I didn't seem to receive any clear message or image back,  I decided to focus on one of the steps...  if the animal doesn't want to talk with you then respect it and try some other time. The communication has to be on the premise of the animal. 

I somehow thought he might have gone out and about doing what a young boy does (he is next in line for neutering!) and if it was his hormones ruling, then there'd be no getting through to him. I don't know for sure if that is what happened (he has shown no signs at home) but last night I asked him to please! come home and at least let me know he was alright. Thank goodness it seemed I was able to get his attention for a moment. 

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

No resting on the laurels


Just as things are beginning to settle and Rosie and Rufus have adapted to life just brilliantly - and I'm thinking that maybe I can now begin to get to other things (it is very time consuming bringing in a new kitty member), well then I go do this silly thing as to go out and about with my camera near a deserted hillside where there's a building site. At quite a distance away (I must have a bats sonar when it comes to kittens, lol) I hear this all too familiar sound of a kitten crying out; "Can someone please come rescue me?" So naturally, up the hillside I go in search of the sound and eventually find this scared little girl up a tall metal pole on the building site. She had jumped down on it from a high up place in an attempt to get down to the ground, but it was still too far down from the pole and she was in the predicament that it was too far for her to jump back up. After I'd rescued her off the pole and put her on the ground she just stood looking up at me - purring - and as if with this look in her sad little eyes; "Shall we go home then?" (luckily I think she'd heard the rumour in the local area!!). So I of course said; "Yes, lets go home."

As with most of the cats it's unknown what her story is. She is very playful and like cuddles so maybe she has been left behind by holiday-passers-by who has now left and has left her behind. She for sure was both hungry and thirsty - I took her straight to the vet afterwards and he laughed because her little belly was so full. Apart from having skin fungus (which can be bad enough - it's terribly contagious) she is fit and well and has now settled well to being in isolation (a room of her own) for a week until she has recovered enough from the fungus and can be introduced to her new friends. Her name is Lilly.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

A new day to explore


Each day here starts with new adventures to be had and things to be explored. You might remember Noona - hyperplasia girl (and oh my goodness she was so battered when I found her) who due to a very bad case of mammary hyperplasia couldn't jump (any height at all) - even her front legs were bent due to the exess body mass. Well this morning she discovered there was a pergola roof to be explored, so up she jumped and climbed up with not much thought as how to get down again! In this image she is giving me a slightly concerned look as to say; "how do I get back down again?" - but she of course made her way down a minutte later.

The little guys (Rosie and Rufus) starts their day a bit tentative - first observing the big guys and then they jump into action. After about an hour of wild games they each find a good spot to observe bugs and birds.

I should just add a little note about my last post about Rosie. The images in the last post are already several weeks old - they were just used for comparison purposes because the poses were quite similar to her dad, but do not be fooled :-) this girl has packed some meat on those gorgeous bones!! Sometimes when I look at her I cannot believe how much she has grown in 6 weeks - it's actually quite remarkable given the state in which she was found. All the images in this post are from this morning.

Here Rufus has discovered a brilliant place to safely observe life going by - the open pergola window. He is a little miracle too - just a dearie (I promise I won't call you that when you're a big boy Rufus!) real playful, cuddly, sweet and impish. How can something so fine appear out of an early dumpster life?! He is now where he belongs - that's for sure!

There's such an essence of beauty in these little lives and they're each a true blessing in my life.