I wrote a post a while ago about Timmy, a feral cat my husband and I brought into our home. He along with his four siblings and his mother had been hanging around the barns where we live for a few months, and after I started feeding them, it became apparent relatively quickly they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
One day, I noticed that momma cat and her kittens were absent, with the exception of one incredibly vocal orange kitten. I kept an eye on him for a couple of days, and toward the evening of the second day, I came to the sad realization that he was on his own. I wasn’t sure if his siblings and mother had permanently left, but Blaine and I agreed we couldn’t leave him outside alone; it took us three days, but we were finally able to catch him and bring him into our home. I brought him to the vet to get him checked out, and we have had Mr. Timmy in our company for about two months now.
Timmy is almost five months old now, and he is growing like a damn weed. He is absolutely adorable and a little shithead who often gets into mischief; I’ve coined the nickname Timmy the Tyrant and it suits him impeccably.
Prior to rescuing Timmy, I had absolutely zero experience with feral cats. My sister and I rescued our cat Sully a few years ago, but Sully was much younger than Timmy when we found him, and therefore not quite as feral. I really wasn’t sure how Timmy would adjust, and furthermore, what I could do in order to enhance his adjustment, but I have a hard time believing this little guy was once entirely wild. He is still a bit skittish, but he has made leaps and bounds in regard to becoming more comfortable around people and being handled.
I am very much looking forward to witnessing the progress Mr. Timmy continues to make.
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