“The Kits” are actually 1 1/2 years old as of this post. Their mama, Fluffy, is one of my feral cats who lives in my shed and backyard. She showed up here pregnant with them in May, 2015. Unbeknownst to me that she was pregnant because I ALWAYS spayed/neutered my cats, so I thought she was just a kitten with a voracious appetite! Meet Fluffy here! All About Fluffy
Until I saw two little 1-month old orange and white kittens in my shed around June 21, 2015. Who nearly killed themselves trying to get out of the shed when I walked in.
RASCAL & MISCHIEF
Rascal is the friendly one. I never planned on ever petting or rescuing any feral cats. My theory was that they were too wild to be tamed, too bonded with their land to be brought inside, and should be left alone. Until I met Rascal.
He was the first to rub against my leg at feeding time… even with his mama in the shed with us…and I was so terrified that she would attack me because he was chumming up to me! He would stay behind after breakfast, after his mama and siblings left and went about their day, and would wait for me to come out to mooch seconds, get some free cuddles from me and to play with me.
He was a TRUE mama’s boy and wherever you saw Fluffy, he wouldn’t be far behind.
When his mama got pregnant again, she started to avoid her kits. One day, just after Weeny (more to come on Weeny) passed away, and I had already been toying with the idea of rescuing him, he ran up to his mama and she FLAT OUT rejected him and ran away. That’s when I made my move because I was SO heartbroken for him.
So, I went inside, got the carrier, set it down in the shed and he immediately walked into the carrier and into his New Life!
Rascal’s Nicknames: Captain Friendly, Captain Freckles, Moochie, Rascally Rascal
Rascal’s Song: “Let the Sunshine In” – Pebbles & Bamm-Bamm, The Flintstones
MISCHIEF is definitely the most “feral” of all the kits. He’s Rascal’s partner in crime and bonded brother. What I figured out later was that Rascal is the ringleader and Mischief is just his innocent follower. I was barely able to pet him before I rescued him. Once I brought Rascal inside, he started to let me pet him and would cuddle up to me for food.
I had no intentions of rescuing Mischief because I just felt he would be better off living his feral life. Two days after I rescued Rascal, though, Mischief was out there with their sisters trying to play with them and his sisters wanted NO parts of playing with him. He started to play with wet leaves under our picnic table and just looked SO forlorn I figured I just HAD to give him a shot and get him back with his brother.
So OUT came the carrier again! I set it down in the shed with some food in it and within seconds I had Mischief in the carrier and inside to Rascal’s room!
Mischief was FLIPPING OUT when I let him out of the carrier. He ran around the room in a COMPLETE PANIC and Rascal went chasing after him. When Rascal finally caught him, he nipped Mischief on the scruff of his neck, on his back, and then on the scruff of his neck again, and Mischief IMMEDIATELY calmed down and started to purr. That’s when I KNEW I did the right thing by bringing these two back together!
Mischief’s Nicknames: Captain Cuddles, Mischievous Mischy, Chet
Mischief’s Song: “I’m Not a Bad Cat” – Jackson Galaxy, My Cat from Hell theme song
PATCHY & SPUNKY
Patchy & Spunky were supposed to be TNR’ed (Trap-Neuter-Return) because I had JUST started petting them two days before I caught them for their spay surgeries. And I could ONLY pet them while they were eating. They were definitely more “shy” than their brothers and didn’t even really start to seek me out until after I rescued their brothers.
I trapped them 10 days after I brought in Mischief. I trapped them together in the same trap and brought them to AWA in Voorhees for their “Feral Fix It”, where they would be spayed, ear tipped, and rabies vaxxed. I also had them give the girls their distemper vaxes…I guess maybe I knew in the back of my mind I wasn’t going to release them back outside, but in my mind, at three indoor cats, I was already “one over” what I considered to be an “acceptable” amount of indoor cats in my house before being overcrowded.
But God, St Francis, and the girlies had OTHER ideas. While they were being spayed, I was watching the weather and found out that a coastal storm was supposed to arrive the day before they were due to be released after they recovered and this storm was supposed to sit and spin over us for FIVE TO SEVEN DAYS. Now, anybody who lives on the East Coast can tell you that our coastal storms and Nor’Easters can be as bad as tropical storms and even hurricanes sometimes.
So how was I to release two 4- month old kittens who just had total hysterectomies into THOSE conditions?
So I set up a LARGE dog pen in my bedroom, fully equipped with a “feral cat den”, litter box, bed/blankets..everything they would need for an “extended stay”.
I picked them up from AWA, got them home, got Patchy into the pen, but Spunky got out when I was trying to transfer her from the carrier to the pen. She ran and hid behind my TV in the corner. Poor Patchy was LITERALLY climbing the walls to the pen, so I let her out to go be scared with Spunky.
I closed the door to my bedroom after getting everything set up, and proceeded to go outside and call my friend Dana, who was teaching me all about TNR and feral cats (I was a newbie at this point). I was in a COMPLETE PANIC because I had two feral cats “loose” in my bedroom and was afraid they would attack me if I went back in there!
Later than night, I went to check on them and see if they had eaten before I went to bed. The poor things were STILL huddled behind my TV together! I decided to sit on the floor and see if they would feel more at ease and come out to me.
Within five minutes of sitting on the floor, I kid you not, I had TWO PURRING KITTENS in my lap.
My next thought was to post on Facebook and ask people how many indoor cats could I have before people would consider me a “hoarder”! By the next day, Mom and I had decided we could NOT let these babies back outside. And we became a five-cat family.
It has taken some time for them to adjust. In the beginning, I was worried they would never be completely at ease as indoor cats. And although Spunky is VERY shy around people she doesn’t know (she basically runs and hides), they have adjusted quite well to indoor spoiled cat life and are the most affectionate little things with SO much personality!
It’s hard to tell in some of the pics but they are both long-haired with raccoon-like tails…just like their mama. And both little beauties!
PATCHY’S Nicknames: Erica Kane (because she likes to slap all and sundry at feeding time just like her soap-opera twin, Susan Lucci), Itty Bitty, Stinklett, Patchy Watchy, Hop Along Betty, Pinky Tuscedero
SPUNKY’S Nicknames: Squeakers, Hop Along Sally, Spunk-A-Monk, Spunky Little Monkey, Spunkster, Fluffy Jr, Little Bosslady
Still working on a song for the little ladies…Stay Tuned!