This is about a cat I absolutely love who really needs some help.
She's feral and she's conquered me and my good intentions. I cannot solve a problem named Sugar Momma. She's rejected all humans so far.
So, for this edition of our weekend feature Let Sleeping Dogs lie & Napping Cats Nap, readlarrypowell.com has decided to highlight a cat that we have never seen napping.
Consider this an appeal to wiser cat people for help -- not with feline insomnia but with placing a feral cat named -- lovingly and appropriately -- Sugar Momma.
We first encountered her more than a year ago when she gave birth to four kittens on our Dallas property and we were able to get her and the kittens into our custody. The kittens were all tabbies -- my monikerspouse Martha named them Ivy, Alfie, Dragon and Qwerty (after the top row of letters on a keyboard). The SPCA of Texas graciously took them in and they were all adopted pretty quickly.
I stupidly vowed that I would conquer the wild side of a Dallas feral cat. I might as well have bought the Dallas Cowboys and declared I'd win a Super Bowl.
Martha and I had enjoyed success with ferals, socializing more than a score of kittens through the years. We found homes for them and their mommas.
As long was we'd been helping Sugar Momma with the kittens, she'd been happy to sit in the big "family kennel," dine on free food and provide the traditional momma's milk spigots for the kittens.
Once the kittens were gone, so was her interest in humans. But, we couldn't just turn her loose. Too dangerous for her.
Then things began to happen. My mom became sick and died and we had assorted obligations arise, so we just kept juggling Sugar Momma's situation with time marching on while we were anchored in abysmal challenges.
Ultimately, Sugar Momma was given the run of our patio room, i.e., our cat room, and could hide for weeks -- the only signs that she was there being that she'd eaten food, lapped up water and visited the litter box.
This arrangement went on -- we loved her and she was safe and I lived with the hope of charming her. We moved from Dallas to Fort Worth -- Martha and I went back daily to feed Sugar Momma and check on her. I finally caught the extraordinarily elusive little girl last week in the rusty old cat trap. It has a history -- in addition to catching kittens and cats, it also caught possums and raccoons. Once it even accidentally caught a skunk who'd been enjoying the feral cat breakfast buffet on the front porch. I was able to free the skunk without mishap.
So, now we have Sugar Momma in Fort Worth waiting for a place to go. She is the only member of our front porch feral community I've never been able to conquer with my natural cat-friendly charm and sincere promise of belly rubs.
You see photos of her here. One is of her in captivity in the cat trap in the cat room in Dallas. The rest are of her in her current quarters in Fort Worth. In the second photo you can see her mouth as it has just slammed shut after opening with a big ol' hissing snap of a threat when I shoved my phone camera into her wire cage. She was serious -- I am cautious. The next photo shows her with a "calmer mouth" but with a threatening glare!
That kitten on the left is Qwerty -- I'd walked into the Cedar Hill PetSmart to buy catfood and decided to go past the SPCA's adoption display and there was Qwerty, one of Sugar Momma's three boys -- Ivy was the only girl. Qwerty, who didn't bother to greet me as an old friend and the guy who gave him his first canned food, was soon adopted. Looks like his mom.
His mom, by the way, is OK if I'm delivering food -- but with a camera I'm an annoying paparazzi to Sugar Momma.
She is a beautiful cat, healthy and well-fed. But not interested in humans.
What I'm looking for now is a Barn Cat position for Sugar Momma. We don't own a barn -- if we had a barn, there's no telling what critter Martha and I might accidentally rescue. Feral elk, probably.
Anyone know of an opening in a Barn Cat job or a sanctuary for cats that should never have been pregnant and should have always been cuddled? This cat deserves a good life.
She is the last member of feral cat colony we worked to eliminate for nearly two decades. We spayed and neutered and spayed and neutered and, finally, reached the end of the litter parade with Ivy, Alfie, Dragon and Qwerty. Now it's time to help their Sugar Momma
Please email me at dallrp@aol. com. Sugar Momma won't surprise you with kittens.
And what about the dog in this photo below? I needed someone sleeping to match the rules for this edition, so I grabbed a Fort Worth Animal Care & Control announce- ment on Facebook during the week about a dog who was adopted there and is now beloved and comfortable sleeping on her couch. There are lots of dogs and cats interested in showing people that they, like Aggie, know how to take over a couch.
[LARRY REQUEST: Send photos of your sleeping dogs and napping cats to [email protected] and we'll post their stories in our weekend feature, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. You'll be helping people understand how important a good human is to a happy animal. And you'll be helping insomniacs try to conquer laying awake wondering how to place a cat that isn't interested in being placed with humans. Takes more than catnip to soothe a feral cat or a feral insomniac. I know, for I am one. Er, one feral insomniac.]
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