FC – Prisoner Release Scheduled

So FC was captured.  His wound has been tended.  They are keeping him over night and are releasing him tomorrow.

Part of me wants to just take him into the apartment.  But that is not a good idea for FC, my cats, or me.  Or it’s probably good for him to recover inside, but since he’s already pretty traumatized and my preference is for him to trust me, I don’t think putting him in a tiny bathroom in my apartment is going to encourage trust.

Or am I thinking too hard?  Shit.  I don’t know.  It’s just that I had this ideal in my head that FC and I would learn to trust over time and he would choose to come inside.  I would  not have to imprison him.

But…

Still.  I don’t think the vet would let him go – because the plan has always been re-release – if he thought it was going to be dangerous.  Poor Ol FC.

I’m glad he’s coming home so soon though.  I missed him.  🙂

The Plot against / for FC

FC continues to limp.  And continues to avoid being touched.

Tonight when I went to feed him I found another neighbor out there and a trap set up.  Apparently she very occasionally feeds him and saw his paw.  So she called a friend with a trap.  And so now we are plotting together to get FC to the vet.

I left them to it, since I’m a very regular source of food for him and he knows it.  And I don’t think he’s going to risk that cage when he knows I have food.  It’s awful to think of this from his perspective.  He’s hurt.  He’s hungry and he’s about to trapped.  Then go to the vet.  Imagine how scary.  But he needs his paw looked after.

It’s for the best.  I know.  And honestly this was a timely intervention.  Because I was at my wits end trying to get him to come to me.  If I could have grabbed him I believe I would have.  I’m not afraid to be bitten.  But he’s too wise for that sort of shenanigan.

So.  This is good.  I just hate worrying about his emotional state.

Snow in May

It did not snow here, but did snow a bit north of my location.  In the 2nd week of May.  On the one hand, it’s does seem like Mother Nature was showing her Schadenfreude at watching us all wither under her whim of a virus. A small smug smile on our collective misery.

Some Southern New Englanders see snow in May | WJAR

But I’m a bit perverse.  I find the oddity of a snow in May quite charming.  Mostly because I haven’t got any plants out yet, so I was not disconvenienced by the dip in temperature.  And of course it didn’t actually snow in my location.  So I could just lean into the marvel of a late snow.  Lots of pics were posted.  We live in an age where one can enjoy a thing without actually experiencing it.

I did worry a bit about FC.  But since he was out and about, eating hearty meals, I tried  to remember that he is in fact a feral cat and must have managed with far worse weather. But not this past season.  That’s when he was allowed into the apartment downstairs during cold days.  sigh.

Yesterday he let me get quite close but still refused to be pet.  He still limps but it seems to be improving.  Perhaps just a sprain from a bad jump?

 

FC – FeralCat – The interim update

I’ve finally seen FC.  He was waiting for his dinner last night.  His limp is very much worse.  He holds his paw in the air when sitting or standing still.

Under good news – I don’t think it’s an infected wound.  He doesn’t act sick and infected cat bite wounds make cats feels super shitty.

It’s obviously painful though and I would really like to catch him and take him to the vet.  Although it might take me 6 months to recover any trust after that.  Ideally he would trust me completely before I took him to the vet, but that is not the current circumstance.

So – trapping him and probably getting bitten and losing trust – is the path forward.  sigh.

Why can’t life be a bit simpler?