Chappy

I carefully pick him up and he tenses and tucks deep into my arms. His trust meter is broken, this “once” feral kitty no longer trusts that I am out for his best interest. In the past few days he has been poked, prodded, stuck, squeezed, pricked, isolated and confused. His coat is greasy and lies flat against his skin. He is eating but barely- rather than put him upstairs in isolation, we opted to rebuild the cage inside the enclosure so he could be where he would be the most comfortable.
His mom, Dash was lying next to the cage this morning when I came to check on him.

He tucks deeper into my arms and trembles as if to say “What next?” Next consists of crushed baytril mixed with mackeral oil. I hold my breath as the syringe slides into his mouth. He laps it greedily- success! Thankfully he only gets pilled once a day. I just didn’t think popping a pill down his throat would lend well to the trust factor.

I pet him and tell him how wonderful he is and that he will beat this thing. He looks up at me, his green eyes wide and bright, no longer clouded with mucous and drainage- it may take some time, but Chappy is on his way back to us now.

 

10 thoughts on “Chappy

  1. It’s finished Pat- I am just waiting for my webmaster to return from her vacation to make the donation button official. But all the blood sweat and tears and over a year and a half in the making and CATS Inc., is officially a 501 (c) 3 organization finalized July 12th!

  2. It’s good to read about Chappy’s progress. He’ll regain his trust of people, along with his health. And it’s good that his mother is still watching over him.

  3. Purrs to Chappy and to you! These babies need us to be their voice and in time he will learn to trust. I’m sure he is beginning to now. Happy to hear his mama knows her babe. Keeping you all in my prayers! Thank God for you!

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