It probably isn't the right place to post this, amongst a bunch of fellow feline lovers. I was reading my book yesterday with the door open, and this glorious young grey tabby wandered in. I called out to it and it immediately hopped up on my lap, which is pretty brave. I played with it for a while and it curled up next to me and went to sleep. I fed it some tuna, and it went to sleep on my bed which is where it stayed with me until morning. When I got home from work today it was waiting for me, only my flatmate (roommate) wasn't impressed at all. She likes cats, but apparently not cats that don't belong to her?! This cat has a collar and appears well fed but doesn't want to leave. It has been crying outside all night, has managed to climb through the bathroom window and leaps on me as soon as I go outside. My flatmate has been spraying it with water and telling me I'm pathetic because I'm so upset. I don't know what to do! I almost want to go and sleep in my car just so I can keep the poor thing cosy!!! I've posted pictures of it on every website I can find hoping its owners will contact me, but I feel so cruel leaving it outside. Truly, I cannot understand how my flatmate could be so cruel. The cat is so affectionate and cute, how could anyone shoo it away???
I keep getting tears in my eyes. I don't suppose there's really any advice anyone can give me. Does anyone in NZ want a lovely little cat??
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Stray has adopted me but flatmate won't let it inside
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I think your flatmate's being mean too. Well, I would, wouldn't I -- I adore cats. But I also think the cat probably belongs to someone. If I were you, I would sneak it into my bedroom with a litterbox and food and keep it there while I searched for its owner. (Or at least feed it in your garden so it sticks around while you look.) Not everyone is on the internet. Have you gone round the neighbours and asked if anyone knows who it belongs to? Have you checked your local paper and vet's noticeboard (and supermarket noticeboard) for ads for missing cats and kittens? Have you contacted the SPCA to see if anyone is looking for this cat? Give them a description of the cat and your contact number so they can let the owners know if they come looking. Is there a local 'lost-and-found petline run by a radio station -- I bet there is in Auckland -- that you can call with the details?
If you get no joy that way, I would put up 'found' posters and flyers and put them in people's letterboxes around your neighbourhood, and on your local vet's noticeboard. I would also put a big notice on your gate -- Lost a cat? Ask here. That way, if the owners are looking round the neighbourhood for him/her, they should see the notice -- make it big enough so they can see it from their car -- and they can contact you. Of course, before you give them this lovely cat, make sure it's theirs -- ask them to describe it and make sure the cat knows them if the description fits.
If you talk to the neighbours and they have no idea who it might belong to, and you get no response from any of this, you need to take it to the SPCA. It might be microchipped (although not very common in NZ yet) and if it is, they will be able to trace its owner. If it's not microchipped, but its owners are looking for it, the SPCA should be one of the first places they come to. After a week, if the owners haven't turned up, the SPCA will put it up for adoption and hopefully it will get a lovely new home. But first I would definitely try asking round the neighbourhood, as kitten season is on the way and soon the SPCA will be overrun. Otherwise, you could try the Cats Protection League, who take in as many cats as they can and find them lovely homes. Good luck! and thank you for caring.
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Don't know pickie about the kitty, sounds like a nice lil one....too bad that your flatmate doesn't like it. Welcome to TDK :)
Posted 2 years ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Hi Pickie! Jcat is so right about this kitty belonging to someone. The collar alone says 'Someone Loves Me'. If you can post notices in the neighborhood and the nearby vet offices you could be helping someone find their lost kitty. Maybe if it's a temporary situation your flatmate may bend the rules and allow the cat to stay in your room til owner/or suitable home can be found. Sending thoughts and prayers to you and your kitty friend. =)
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Yes I agree with the others. Post signs, ask around the neighborhood, call the local shelters to see if someone is out looking for this kitty! And since you live there also and have your own room, I would talk to your flatmate about keeping kitty inside and safe while you locate his/her owners.
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Kitty is either lost, or abandoned. We pray lost or if abandoned then abandoned by temporary circumstance (e.g. owner away for weekend and car broke down delaying return) not intent. If kitty has not been intentionally abandoned, the owner would be so grateful if caring people fostered their furbaby while seeking to find them so they could be re-united.
Posted 2 years ago by ailuromaniac #
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The cat would be better off in a safe home while you look for her owner. Explain to your flatmate that if she's left outside (the cat, not the flatmate) that she could be run over, attacked by dogs or other predators or at the mercy of some scum who mistreats animals.
Has you taken her to a vet or shelter to see if she has a microchip? It's possible that she is too far from home for your posts to work. Like, if she jumped inside a vehicle from several towns away and her people have no idea where she went to.
Posted 2 years ago by CheetahBoysmommy #
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This is a long story, but very very true, and I can vouch for it!
A friend of mine, Abe, was a large and very good-hearted drummer in a rock band back in the '70s, and his room mate was a true goofball known as Doodles. One day, Abe found a very sick and flea-infested orange kitten outside their apartment. Doodles refused to take it in because of the fleas, so Abe fed the cat and fixed up a crate with a bed in it for the kitten.
The next day, Abe came home from rehearsal early to find Doodles with a full beer bottle in his hand, circling the crate, and the terrified kitten was staring up at him. Abe asked Doodles what he thought he was doing. Doodles assured Abe that he was going to put the kitten out of his misery with the beer bottle.
Abe assured Doodles that he would put Doodles out of HIS misery if he even breathed on the poor kitten.
A jogger who was passing by slowed up and asked if there was any way he could help.
Abe explained the situation to the jogger, who by this time had crouched down and was scratching the frightened kitten behind his ears. The jogger then asked if he could take the little cat off their hands, explaining that he was living temporarily in the apartment just down the way, loved cats, and did not have a cat right now.
Able and Doodles agreed and said farewell to jogger and his new pet.
Six weeks later, on a bright Monday morning Abe was talking with the manager of the apartment complex. The two men watched as a large chauffer-driven limo pull up to the curb. The erstwhile jogger walked out of his apartment. In a beautiful black silk suit. With a doctor's bag in one hand. And with a beautiful young orange cat draped over his free arm, sporting a black collar and disk.
Abe asked the manager, "Who is that?"
The manager said, "Oh, that's Dr. Jones, that new cosmetic surgeon? Just opened that big ole clinic on the north side. Huge practice. He has that great big new house they were photographing for the Living section of the Sunday paper. It was even in that architecture magazine. Here's the picture that was in the paper yesterday."
The manager unfolded the paper he had been carrying under his arm, displaying the photo of the doctor in his marble tiled foyer. With a contented and well-fed orange cat seated next to him. Various other rooms of the mansion were shown, with the same young doctor and his smug orange cat.
"He just dotes on that little ole cat," smiled the manager. "That collar he's got on? It's some sort of alligator skin, and do you see that gold ID disk? Got his name and the doc's name and even has a diamond in it. Yep, that's one happy cat."
I asked Abe what happened then. Abe said the orange cat jumped in the limo and curled up in the back windshield as though he had been doing that forever.
"I couldn't believe it. That cat didn't talk to me, that cat wouldn't even look at me. Broke my heart. And I followed that limo for three blocks screaming, 'MEOW'!"
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Thanks, honey.
Pickie, please convince your flatmate to let you keep the cat until you find the owner. To have that baby killed by a car or by a predator will break more than one heart, and the flatmate will be upset to know that they are the responsible party for the death of that little fellow.
And if that doesn't work, dump the flatmate. He/she sounds like a heartless jerk. You don't act like that toward a loving and scared animal who is someone's pet and obviously lost.
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