Karrot came to us as a tiny, but ferocious, ball of teeth and fur. She’d been born on a farm where the cats didn’t have great lives. However, a worker at the farm took pity on these little creatures, bundled them into a bag before anyone else got a chance to see them and phoned us to see if we could take them. Of course, we did.
There were four kittens, about 5-6 weeks old possibly, eating well but full of fleas and worms. These health problems were taken care of as soon as possible and we set about handling these little spitfires.
The other three came around quite easily and when old enough, they were rehomed to become loved family members. Karrot had other ideas. She was having none of it! By the time she was about six months old and getting no better we decided that, once neutered she could live on site.
We’d been bitten and scratched so many times, this option seemed safest (certainly for us) once released into our ‘feral’ unit, fed in there, and slowly introduced to the other ‘ferals’. She became a much happier cat. We still couldn’t handle her but she would come within arm’s reach.
It was an improvement. Once we thought she would be OK in the outside world, we let her loose from the unit and she ran and didn’t look back!! That’s it, we’d lost her.
We were worried sick as we have a busy road to the front of us and all the other cats keep away from it and we’d hoped she’d hang around with them and learn from them. After a couple of days of no sightings, she came skulking back just as we were feeding the others, looking a bit sheepish.
Her food was put in front of her and she wolfed it back like she’d never eaten. ‘That’ll learn you’ she was told, but kindly. We were so happy to see her back safe and sound. As time went on, she got better and better around us, even, occasionally allowing us to tickle the top of her head, but if you went on too long you got a nip for your trouble.
A couple of years ago we found her with a completely broken tail, snapped in two, with the bone sticking out of the end. HORRIBLE! she was very good and allowed me, with minimal fuss, to get her into a cat basket and take her to the vet, where the tail had to be amputated. she was not amused about having to be confined until her wound healed and after she was finally released she wouldn’t come anywhere near us for weeks.
She would just sit and scowl at us from a distance, she was such a character. More recently she has allowed more people to, briefly, tickle the top of her head and she has seemed so happy with her life. Having her put to sleep today at the age of only 5 years was heartbreaking.
She was born with tiny kidneys that just couldn’t function any longer. The fact that I was holding and cuddling her told us just how ill she really was. We didn’t need the blood test results. It was the kindest thing to do. We couldn’t let her suffer. The last thing I said to her was ‘come back and see us’.
I think she will come back and see us, as she loved her life prowling around the fields, playing in the hay with the other cats and eating her own body weight in food at every opportunity. She had a short but happy life, and we’ll miss her little fat face.
See you around Karrot.