Colleen came to me in 2009. You can read her the tale of her early days here. She's been nearly feral for most of the time she's lived here. Loves other cats. Hates humans. I made a promise to her when I adopted her that she could have a safe and happy home as long as she lives. Well, it's pretty safe here, but she's not happy. Just plain terrified of life. Today's the day we start trying to change that.
Today was 'vet' day. Because I have four cats now (not sure how that happened), each with their own 'issues', a mobile veterinarian that makes house calls is a must. No way could I wrestle some of my cats into kennels, drive across town, wait in a cold room (with dog smells) with any three of the four of them. Davey wouldn't care, but they others would each have a heart attack.
So the fabulous Dr Sylvia came today with her mobile clinic van. She met Davey, new since her last visit here; donned her elbow length feral gloves to tackle the ever-fractious Cotton; soothed the scared Lorenza; and dealt with the poopy Colleen. Since we had her trapped, I took advantage of the day to take Collen back to basics. Just like Cotton did when he first came here (see various entries titled Cotton's Tale in this blog), she will spend the next few weeks in a separate bathroom relearning that not all people are bad.
She's not happy about it. She's been in the bathtub, in the same postion for about 11 hours now.
|Colleen glares at me - Day One|
I promise, over then next days and weeks to let you know how it goes.