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Midnight’s First Road Trip — 7 Comments

  1. What a great story about Midnight’s adventure! You had your own adventure with her gone. My sister went up north for Thanksgiving, but my work schedule necessitated I stay here. That meant I had to take care of her cat Kobe upstairs. At first he ran away from me, then he came out and meowed very loudly, voicing his displeasure at my sister’s absence. But he did finally let me pet him, and even purred softly for me.

      • We’ve had Kobe 12 years and he finally is warming up to me. When we bought the house the people upstairs were on a month to month lease so we gave them the appropriate notice. They were looking for a bigger place anyway as their family was growing. During the 45 days they had to vacate they informed us that they were going to take their one cat to the Humane Society because he didn’t get along with their other cat and he was jealous of their new baby. I told them I would take him. But he didn’t want to live downstairs with me. He was terrified and hid all the time and would not eat or drink. He peed and pooped on himself because he was too terrified to use the litter box. He would just tremble as I cleaned him up. He’d tolerate some handling if I had a blanket or towel over him that he could essentially be hiding under. He was a miserable creature and we thought he was going to die. The only hope was to allow him back upstairs, to familiar territory. Of course, it was Jen’s things up there by then, but his scent would remain in places, so we hoped for the best. He was not much better and still would not eat. We used a straw to dribble tuna juice into his mouth, or sometimes we’d just put it on him so that he’d be forced to lick it off. We still thought he might die. He was thin and bony. From what I could tell, even before we got him he was spending most of his life hiding in a closet. The girl told us their other cat wouldn’t let this one eat or use the litter box. They did nothing to help with that situation — except to say they were going to get rid of Kobe. We were about ready to take him to the vet for intravenous fluids when he started eating and drinking on his own. My sister managed to win him over. He was still terrified of everyone else for a long time, even Jen’s roommate. Now my sister lives alone up there and she’s gone a lot, but Kobe likes it quiet. I gave him a huge cat tree a couple years ago. I bought it used and cleaned it up with my Bissell. Monty thought it was for him! Kobe sleeps on that in the morning and switches to a cat bed in the back of the house in the afternoon. Jen will open the back window for him and he gets his outside time on a second story porch, where he can look down on Monty and I in the back yard. Kobe now will let me pet him, but it took years for him to even come out when I come up there– especially without Jen. If those people had taken him to a shelter he would have been put down or simply have died from malnourishment or an illness picked up from another cat. I have never seen a cat in such extreme stress as Kobe was when his people moved out. Even Monty as a feral kitten was not as miserable on the day I caught him as Kobe was when they brought him down to me on their moving day. Even before Kobe’s people left he was not doing good. Under Jen’s care he has become a healthy cat who seems pretty content with his life.

  2. Elisa, you obviously do a very devoted and long, sometimes hard job for your cats. The fact that you make sure they all get what they want, such as playtime at certain hours and private time and attention they need – is really impressive. I have just 3 cats and I work and when I am home I feel already like I am juggling to make sure they all get what they ask me for. They are creatures of habit which does help one be able to build a routine but by golly your routine over Thanksgiving sounded impressive. I think you deserve a prize. I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving 🙂


    This seems fairly typical. From experience I find that cats complain in cars initially and for a while and then settle down and are fine. It is interesting to see that Midnight wandered around her strange home meowing at night. She was a bit confused by her new surroundings and was seeking comfort it seems to me. Evidence that cats like routine and familiar surroundings. Don’t we all.


    All I can say is Phew! Cat wrangling all the way every day…Hurrah 😉

    You are an impressive cat manager. I know a bit about cat wrangling myself because I feed a couple of strays and I have to keep them separate from Charlie. There are ways to manage cats which works nicely and which does not upset the cats. It is just about understanding ’em.

    • Right now I’m in bed. Renny is curled around my neck. Sealy is asleep on my pillow with the heater blowing on his butt. Cujo is midway of the bed asleep and Lucky is totally buried under the covers. I love being a crazy cat (and cat-dog) lady!

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