We have two cats living and a few waiting at the Bridge.

The oldest one here is "Patches" or "Barf" as my neices boyfriend so rudely calls her :). She's a Tortise Shell. I guess her coloring does suggest someone ate a bunch of colors and regurgitated her out. She's a sweetie. When she was about 5 months old she adopted us. Her eyes had yucky gunk in them and she was PREGNANT. Of course we didn't know that until she couldn't get up on the couch any longer. She gave birth to four kitten. None of them survived. The tinest one, we named "Little Bit". She was born with no bottom jaw. I don't think Patches had any care before she came here. She was immediately fixed. The early pregnancy stunted her growth for about a year. She's just recently gained some nice padding. When she first came, she spit and scratched. Nobody could touch her without gloves or socks on their hands. It still has to be on her terms, but she loves to be petted and her back scratched. Sometimes she still stays gone the whole day. I have no idea what she's doing out there in the woods. Catching rodents, I suspect.

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Our next oldest is "Colby", like the cheese. I called the local pound one day. I hate having one of any type of animal. Hubby says I'm building Marys Ark. I asked if they had any already older neutered cats. They said they had just want I was looking for. They were right but they weren't exactly telling me the truth. One of the women there was hiding Colby in a cage under her desk, his kill day had come and gone, but she felt something special for him. He was wild and terrified. How they caught him, I'll never know. When I put him in the jeep, he bounced off the walls. When I got him home, he hissed at all my other furkids. He had never seen a dog before? I immediately made an appointment with the vet to get him fixed. No, he wasn't fixed either. Fibbers. He escaped when the boys were petting him two days before his neuter date. We couldn't find him anywhere. I called a friend who had raccon traps and set one out. I caught everything in the blamed woods except Colby. Finally the morning before his neuter date, I found him in the cage. He fussed me up one wall and down the other. When he came home from the vet and had time to heal, we started focusing on his acceptance of other breeds of animals. Today, he'll lay with the dogs, and the goats, but not the chickens. He has a genuine respect for my two roosters :)

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