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Jul. 6th, 2010 07:05 pmI just had to evict a very pretty, but unfortunately very scared young cat out of my flat.
It was a tuxedo, very much like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alryssa's Vicky and Zinda, and it quitely padded in and curled into the corner of my TV bench, alongside the patio door. I just sat and watched, as I wanted to see how Symba would react to another cat in the place - particularly a kitten. I figure it must be about teenaged, as it was quite long while obviously still very young.
Sym mostly kept about a yard between him and the kitten (I have no idea of the gender), and peered out the door to see if he could spot the mother. Reminded me of the first time I took Tammie out into the garden as a very small kitten and this black and ginger tom backed himself against a wall when Tamm approached him, just incase his mother came howling! *laughs*
Anyway, while Sym was obviously unsettled by the intruder, he didn't go all "Get out of my territory, rah!", coming to me for reassurance instead. The kitten was fascinated by this, but would hiss anytime Sym looked like he was going to approach.
Eventually I had no choice but to let the kitten know it was time to leave. However, this particular kitten was not about to go quietly! Instead of running out the door at my first approach, he remained curled up and hissed at me. I didn't have a good angle to grab him with the cat towel, so I hoped that some extremely gentle prodding with one of Rowan's long plastic bats would give him the right incentive to leave.
Hoo boy was I wrong!
About half an hour later, I had tried everything I could to push him out from where he'd dug himself behind the TV bench. I did finally manage to pull it out enough and wear him down enough that I was able to grab him with the towel without getting clawed at. I held him for a couple of minutes, gently talking to him about acceptable behaviour when visiting another cat's home, and managed to stroke him without him hissing. Though he was shaking a bit. And he hissed a bit when Rowan approached, but maybe if he'd held his nerve long enough to stroke his head that would have passed.
I deposited him on the wall outside, but he jumped back down onto the patio and made moves to try and come back in. Rowan held the door shut while I stroked and talked to him some more. He was quite friendly outside, and didn't seem to hold my relentless prodding against me! :-)
Rowan was getting quite distressed, thinking that the hissing and spitting indicated I was hurting the poor thing, and he really wanted to keep it. I have no idea if it belongs to anyone, though, plus I'm not sure how Sym would like that - it certainly didn't want to try and fit in with the existing residents.
*sigh*
It was a tuxedo, very much like
alryssa's Vicky and Zinda, and it quitely padded in and curled into the corner of my TV bench, alongside the patio door. I just sat and watched, as I wanted to see how Symba would react to another cat in the place - particularly a kitten. I figure it must be about teenaged, as it was quite long while obviously still very young.Sym mostly kept about a yard between him and the kitten (I have no idea of the gender), and peered out the door to see if he could spot the mother. Reminded me of the first time I took Tammie out into the garden as a very small kitten and this black and ginger tom backed himself against a wall when Tamm approached him, just incase his mother came howling! *laughs*
Anyway, while Sym was obviously unsettled by the intruder, he didn't go all "Get out of my territory, rah!", coming to me for reassurance instead. The kitten was fascinated by this, but would hiss anytime Sym looked like he was going to approach.
Eventually I had no choice but to let the kitten know it was time to leave. However, this particular kitten was not about to go quietly! Instead of running out the door at my first approach, he remained curled up and hissed at me. I didn't have a good angle to grab him with the cat towel, so I hoped that some extremely gentle prodding with one of Rowan's long plastic bats would give him the right incentive to leave.
Hoo boy was I wrong!
About half an hour later, I had tried everything I could to push him out from where he'd dug himself behind the TV bench. I did finally manage to pull it out enough and wear him down enough that I was able to grab him with the towel without getting clawed at. I held him for a couple of minutes, gently talking to him about acceptable behaviour when visiting another cat's home, and managed to stroke him without him hissing. Though he was shaking a bit. And he hissed a bit when Rowan approached, but maybe if he'd held his nerve long enough to stroke his head that would have passed.
I deposited him on the wall outside, but he jumped back down onto the patio and made moves to try and come back in. Rowan held the door shut while I stroked and talked to him some more. He was quite friendly outside, and didn't seem to hold my relentless prodding against me! :-)
Rowan was getting quite distressed, thinking that the hissing and spitting indicated I was hurting the poor thing, and he really wanted to keep it. I have no idea if it belongs to anyone, though, plus I'm not sure how Sym would like that - it certainly didn't want to try and fit in with the existing residents.
*sigh*
