I spotted my George when he was just a kitten
by Mimi
(Rockland ontario )
George The Cat
Back in February 2014 I spotted a yellow kitten coming around my home. I was amazed to see such a little sweet kitten but he seemed very afraid to come to a human being. I knew that he must be a stray, therefore, I left food outside for him. He found the food and ate and was apparently sleeping in a make shift garage shelter close by. Everyday I spotted him coming around. It took me 2 years to finally pet him. Everytime he saw me, he ran and hid and returned later. I could not approach him or touch him. I provided shelter for him for the winter and 3 times a day I fed him. But I could not touch him as he was scared and ran but returned.
Two years plus later I was able to place my hand on his back for a few seconds, but he was scared. I promised him that one day he would belong to me and in my home. I had no idea how I could make this happen as I was unable to touch him. With hard work, patience and food I managed to pick him up in my arms for a few seconds a day. He had never been held. Everyday rain or snow, I was out trying to pick him up.
To make this story shorter, because working with a feral cat takes time, I finally had my day. I picked him up and carried him in my home and called a vet. The vet took one look at him and said, get rid of him, he will spray all over your house. Get rid of that cat. I said no, please examine him and give him all his shots.
I gave up on my vet and saw a new vet in town. He ran all the necessary tests on George, gave him meds. I named my new cat George and he has been with me in the house and in my back yard which is fully fenced and he is living happily. He is a happy cat. He is the most intelligent, cleanest animal in the house that I have ever owned. He does not touch my furniture, but he loves his scratching post that I got him.
I had a few cats in my life time, but working and owning a feral cats has been the best journey thus far. They appreciate everything you do for them. They are so affectionate. My George is nicknamed "lover boy" as he loves to sleep in my arms at night. My feral cat is the best and if you ever come across one and is able to do what I have done, you will never regret it.