Just a Bunch of Feral Kittens…

10 Mar
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Danny

This weekend my roommate and I adopted a feral kitten.  Danny (our new buddy), was picked up a few weeks ago by a Petworth Res. and taken in until she found him a new home.

Danny has been for quite the ride the past few days.  I think he was just beginning to get comfortable in his new home when we took him away.  It was clear that our apartment was nowhere he desired to see.  Right when we put him down, Danny ran all over the room finding the best hiding spot (knocking down a plant and several books along the way).

For the first 24 hours or so, we hardly got more than a purr.  Danny cornered himself, wide eyed, watching our every move, until we would leave him alone.  His burning stare made me question my every decision.  He didn’t eat, he didn’t play, and well, didn’t seem to be embarrassed by the fact that he was terrified.

So as I sat, watching the little fellow, I couldn’t help but be reminded of…well, the US.  I know that sounds a little abstract, but here he was, sitting in a room unlike the room he grew comfortable with such a short time ago.  Watching his whole life change around him, and not sure what to do about it.

Here we sit, in a world with the Dow lower than it has been in decades, and with wars that even the “this will end soon”-ers don’t seem to positive about anymore.  Remembering when banks were not bankrupt, when people drove around Fords, and when Trump’s casinos were not all cashed out.

I might be getting off point, but it seems to me like we are all a bunch of Danny’s.  Sitting around, in the world growing more and more unfamiliar, scared.

I just hope we rebound as quickly as he seems to be.

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6 Responses to “Just a Bunch of Feral Kittens…”

  1. Justin March 10, 2009 at 9:40 pm #

    Wow.

  2. Cyndy March 10, 2009 at 9:46 pm #

    We adopted a feral kitten that was on our property. He ended up being a relatively nice pet but he never completely lost all of his feral instincts.

    The first weekend we had him we kept him locked in a bathroom with a litterbox, food, and a TV so that he could get used to hearing “people” talk. I hung out in the bathroom with him and a book for many hours that weekend. He smelled pretty bad so I rubbed him with a damp washcloth and apparently that was how he learned how to groom himself because he always kept himself sweet and clean after that.

    Later I moved him to our bed and forced him to receive petting and that was the first time he ever purred. For the rest of his life the only place he would allow us to “catch” him and hold him was on the bed or in the bathroom. Anyplace else he would hide and hiss. But we could still tell that he loved us. He was a good cat.

  3. lacochran March 11, 2009 at 1:09 pm #

    Unlike the current economy, Danny is freakin’ adorable! :)

  4. lola gets March 11, 2009 at 9:25 pm #

    I also adopted a feral cat from my neighborhood, and I did the same thing: kept her in a room to herself for 3 months. I would go into the room to spend time with her, feed her, etc. I also let her “escape” from the room too, so she could see the rest of the house and the other cats as well. While she still has some feral traits (wont let me pick her up or hold her, but will come sit on me), shes the best trained cat I have! Hang in there.

    L

  5. Roommate March 11, 2009 at 9:31 pm #

    One suggestion that we got that seemed ot work great was to wrap the kitty in a towel and hold and pet it…. It seemed to calm him down and he didn’t mind you petting him….
    Also, one thing taht I notice also is that ‘context’ seems to matter a lot to kitties. If they’re used to you in the setting of ‘the couch’ tehy’re all cool there. But if they see you in the kitchen or something, you’re a total stranger and they freak out.

  6. BrightwoodLiving March 15, 2009 at 5:53 pm #

    We also adopted a kitty who was living in our alley when we bought our house. We already had 2 other (rescue) kitties — it took some adjustment for everyone, but a year and a half later I can say that he’s a much bigger, happier and safer cat. Last night he slept right in between my husband & in bed, just purring and cuddling all night long. Be patient — it’s worth it!

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