Update on Mauser
Oct. 30th, 2010 03:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fanciful_museWell, the last few days have been rather...interesting, to say the least.
First off, thanks to the person who sent us some money - believe me, it is appreciated. Thanks so much!
We moved Mauser and his belongings out into the bedroom. He couldn't come out till Thursday because he had to have deworming medicine, so we wanted to make sure that if he had any lil beasties in there, they'd be dead by the time we exposed his poo to the other cats.
We opened the door, and nothing happened. He wouldn't come out.
Then he ventured out a couple of times and who attacked him? The LAST one we expected. Little Isis with da toes (see my icon). Half-pint kitty decided to go postal on him, not once, but twice.
Turns out big mean basement cat is really scaredy kitty. He ran right back into his cage and wouldn't come out again.
Yesterday I crated up Isis in the other big cage, and even then, he wouldn't come out. Finally this afternoon we forced him out of the cage and folded it up. After glowering in the corner for awhile, he took up station on his bed, where it sat where the cage used to be.
Tonight, I took Isis out of the crate and put her outside of the bedroom with everyone else - and then he would venture forth. Now, every time I go in there, he greets me and gets up to meet me, then goes and eats. Very noisily. He also drinks rather noisily.
I watch him as he eats, then comes back for some more lovin, then goes back to eat, and I think about what his life must've been like. He had to have gotten into some real stinker fights to have his canines all busted up like that - either that or some asshole kicked him in the teeth. So many things scare him, and for all his noise, it's obvious because he loses his bowels if he gets really scared. He lost them coming out of the cage this afternoon. Sometimes I have to fight tears watching him and thinking of how bad his life used to be.
I figure I'll open the door at night and crate Little Miss Smarty Pants and then scoop her out in the morning, chase everyone else out, and let him have the bedroom. At least now he's moving around in it without feeling like he has to be nailed to a corner. In a few days I'll keep Isis crated during the day, then open the bedroom door again. Hopefully he'll lose some more of his fear and start relaxing.
First off, thanks to the person who sent us some money - believe me, it is appreciated. Thanks so much!
We moved Mauser and his belongings out into the bedroom. He couldn't come out till Thursday because he had to have deworming medicine, so we wanted to make sure that if he had any lil beasties in there, they'd be dead by the time we exposed his poo to the other cats.
We opened the door, and nothing happened. He wouldn't come out.
Then he ventured out a couple of times and who attacked him? The LAST one we expected. Little Isis with da toes (see my icon). Half-pint kitty decided to go postal on him, not once, but twice.
Turns out big mean basement cat is really scaredy kitty. He ran right back into his cage and wouldn't come out again.
Yesterday I crated up Isis in the other big cage, and even then, he wouldn't come out. Finally this afternoon we forced him out of the cage and folded it up. After glowering in the corner for awhile, he took up station on his bed, where it sat where the cage used to be.
Tonight, I took Isis out of the crate and put her outside of the bedroom with everyone else - and then he would venture forth. Now, every time I go in there, he greets me and gets up to meet me, then goes and eats. Very noisily. He also drinks rather noisily.
I watch him as he eats, then comes back for some more lovin, then goes back to eat, and I think about what his life must've been like. He had to have gotten into some real stinker fights to have his canines all busted up like that - either that or some asshole kicked him in the teeth. So many things scare him, and for all his noise, it's obvious because he loses his bowels if he gets really scared. He lost them coming out of the cage this afternoon. Sometimes I have to fight tears watching him and thinking of how bad his life used to be.
I figure I'll open the door at night and crate Little Miss Smarty Pants and then scoop her out in the morning, chase everyone else out, and let him have the bedroom. At least now he's moving around in it without feeling like he has to be nailed to a corner. In a few days I'll keep Isis crated during the day, then open the bedroom door again. Hopefully he'll lose some more of his fear and start relaxing.
