Purple is one of the two strays I feed. There’s really nothing more I can do for Chako except feed her, because she is feral. I can sometimes nose bump her but that’s it. I can’t touch her at all.
But Purple has become quite tame. I can touch him, stroke him, he even comes partway into my house into the genkan area. He has quite a tame and friendly personality.
Surely someone who can keep cats can come by and take him home? Contact me if interested.
Purple is a long time associate of Chako. Lately he’s been coming around again, so I’ve been giving him food. He is what I would call semi-feral. Unlike Chako, I can pet Purple while he’s eating and sometimes he’ll be curious and stick his head inside my front door while I’m putting food in the bowl.
It occurs to me that if somebody traps him that Purple might make an okay house cat. Let me know if you’re interested.
Tonight they both came by together so they were eating side-by-side. Sigh.
Today, for the first time I tried sitting next to her on the stairs while she was eating. (Thanks to my friend, Dave, for the suggestion!)
She was very hesitant at first, but gradually did come up to the landing to eat, sitting just inches away from me. I made sure to keep my hands in my lap and made no attempt to touch her.
Sometimes she would get spooked and run half way down the stairs. Then she would come back and continue eating.
My plan is to just do that – no touching – for a week or so and then see if she is ok with a slight touch.
I’ve decided that even if it takes a year I’m going to find a home for Chako.
My neighbor reneged on her promise to pay for half of Chako’s operation fees. For the sake of peace in the neighborhood I am not arguing with her about it. But it was pretty nervy of her afterwards to ask me to walk her dog twice when she couldn’t be there.
Anyway, getting back to Chako…
For a cat she has some appealing traits. She never makes a sound, ever. I’ve never heard the slightest meow from her, even when she was trapped. The vet said there is nothing wrong with her, that’s just her personality. And she has that one green eye one blue eye trait. And the fact that she’s missing her front left paw adds to her mystique. She also never seems to get angry or look dangerous. She is just afraid of people.
I’m still feeding her, of course, and she shows up every morning and late afternoon and just stares at me.
I’ve gotten to the point where I can touch her, in a manner of speaking. She is feral, so I don’t want to stick my finger out on the off chance she might decide to bite. But I can bump her nose with my fist without her fleeing or getting upset. Sometimes she even playfully (I think) pats my fist with her missing paw. She still runs away if I go down the stairs (and then runs up again after I’m safely away) but that is progress I think.
Maybe in a few months I’ll get to the point where I can stroke her and then, I hope, there will be a better chance of convincing somebody to take her in.
It is starting to get cold out there.