He must have been born under a lucky star.He must have been born under a lucky star.
It all started with the fact that the neighbor's girl brought a box of kittens into the yard, she saved them from the drunkard, who was going to drown the unnecessary litter of his cat. On this participation girls in their fate and has come to an end.
The box of kittens haunted me
My daughter, running home in the evening, excitedly reported that we have in the yard under the tennis table is a box with kittens and they are plaintively mewing. When you have a good imagination, it is not easy to fall asleep peacefully, knowing that there are abandoned kittens mewing in the yard. You feel like a jerk. I would close my eyes and at the same time I would see a pack of dogs tearing open a box, or a small kitten crawling out onto the road where a car was speeding, or... well, I could not sleep then.
Here is with this, exactly, and began operation save. I rather easily managed to attach two toddlers, pre-treating them from the hordes of fleas and redeems in his expensive shampoo. And here is the third kitten if evaporated. It was initially weird and sugriv, but my daughter noticed that he settled in the basement. That's where I left the food by the window.
At first I thought I was feeding the air. The most kittenish very long not was in sight at all. The food just disappeared. But it could have been eaten by a rat or pecked by pigeons. And yet every day I poured a bag of food on the concrete window of the basement, feeling the abnormality of what was happening. And in the morning it was empty. The thought of feeding a rat did not warm me much, but I continued to carry food and change water every day.
Then he came. It does look like a rat. With purulent eyes, quivering tail, thin. Color it was unusual-all white and only the nose is dark, but a few spots. This nose seemed outstanding and gave the expression of the muzzle of a kitten at the same time and importance, and the comic. The ration was immediately doubled. The kitten would wait for me to get to a safe distance and snarl at the food, even eating potatoes and bread that the pigeons hadn't eaten. We fed him and his daughter several times a day, but it did not add sociability to him. He keeps hissing and hiding. And once, when the kitten is eating the food, greedily grabbing it with the lid of the jar, I got closer, he bristled, grabbed the teeth of the lid and dragged him to the basement, mediocre food losing for ways to escape.
I thought his intransigence might be a good thing. First, it is a guarantee of his safety. And secondly, it teaches me to do good, receiving in return at best nothing, at worst-hissing and bristling fur. He never even hissed and growled, proving their belonging to a predatory cat, which is not only good, but also cheetahs with the Panthers. No purring, no petting, no joy at my arrival – NOTHING.
Soon the kitten from the shadows of the basement moved to the expansion joint between the houses is a small crevice from which he looked out at the world, at the slightest alarm, running to the basement. I brought him an old fur hat and a shaggy scarf, which I arranged like a nest. In it sat the little savage, who did not reject my concerns.
The lodger had to be forcibly evicted
One day, coming to feed him, I found next to the kitten busily scurrying hedgehog. The kitten did not run away from the prickly lodger, but looked a little confused. His bowls were completely empty, apparently cleaned up a new neighbor.
- Hedgehogs often live with cats, basically not harm them, except that, claiming to be their food, and forage base they have the same, I told my friend the biologist Olga Dmitruk. - Here the danger is different, hedgehogs are carriers of many diseases, including rabies.
Surprisingly, he did not run away from the hedgehog. Or maybe he was defending his territory. Photo: Julia ANDRIENKO
Surprisingly, he did not run away from the hedgehog. Or maybe he was defending his territory.
Hearing this, we immediately rushed to the shelter of the kitten, caught a prickly dependent and carried away to the bushes, compensating for this with a bowl of milk. Hedgehog, I think, and he will survive, but our caveman is unlikely.
The plan "Interception" has worked brilliantly
So the summer days passed. Before the fall I decided with my daughter to try to catch the beast, who by this time accustomed to us and no longer hid during the meal. It was necessary to seize the moment and grab this cat Mowgli. After the cold front, rain, and then frost. How will he live in his concrete dwelling?
My daughter and I made a plan "Interception": in the morning feeding, when the animal is particularly hungry after the night and lose vigilance, grab it, put it in a carrier and to the veterinarians. With the staff of "PIFF" and I just agreed about neutering their own cats at the same time show them and the savage.
Surprisingly, our plan worked like clockwork. And the beast had been very easy to catch, and each of us brought to the shelter by car and a wonderful veterinarian in the "Bang" Andrei agreed to inspect the kitten. Covered in garbage and cobwebs of the basement, he rode in a backpack in the arms of his daughter and made strange sounds: either growled, or snorted, but behaved not at all aggressively.
It was there, in the shelter, we realized that still call him just "kitten", it's time to call the beast. Suddenly a dispute arose with her daughter, who wanted to call it the Tat and nothing more. I had to enlighten my naive daughter that the meat pies are meat pies that are just like kittens, and therefore to call it so cynically. They agreed on the name Boris. It suited him immensely. Here and the importance of its appearance, and something of a "struggle", which he persistently waged against all for all these months, well, our struggle for it.
The veterinarian examined Boris and in addition to fleas, found a high temperature, a wound on the neck, and, in addition, signs of worms. Treatment began, which, by the way, Boris endured stoically, even antibiotic injections prescribed by Andrei Evgenievich.
Has learned to embrace legs
We settled the savage on the balcony, fearing for our cat. But after the gap between the houses and this Boris was a lot. At first he was sitting in the backpack in which we brought him from the clinic, and at my appearance, hissed, jumped out and desperately climbed the mops, sledges and buckets standing on the balcony.
It was as if he were looking for some small hiding place to hide in. But soon my appearance he associated with the sweets appearing in his plate. He began me greeted and even crawl under its feet. Our daughter petting Boris reacted in kind: first, all shrank, then was blissfully happy, held her hand paws, loudly furcal, climbed to the face and neck. It was a sort of irrepressible tenderness, as if he were making up for all that he had been deprived of these months. Surprisingly, but after wild life, he quickly understood, that such a tray and that there need to do.
He also learned to play – he carried a ball or a baby in his teeth like a real dog, then threw and chased them, jumping out a swift tiger with a reared neck on his defeated victims. He didn't need anyone for these games. Boris felt perfectly at home in the company of himself. Besides, he was a silent man. And not a single "meow" did we hear in the days he was with us.
After a bath his hair became dazzling white and the nose has become even harder to stand out. Mustache wrapped. Increased nutrition and getting rid of worms led to the fact that Boris's belly noticeably rounded and resembled a drum. Saddened one thing-the behavior of our cat, which even began to refuse food, jealously experiencing the presence of Boris in her abode. And in a rented apartment two cats-it's too much.
The new owners sleeping on the head
It's time to look for Boris new owners. Simple mongrel, moreover, already a teenager, without miminost kitten, Boris quickly found new owners. Or they his. Said from a few people who read this story in my Facebook. Chose those who not read. An elderly and very kind couple of Donetsk lost their cat recently and were glad to see Borka. We parted not easy, if the army accompanied him. Bowls, pot, favorite toys, a package of food, but it seemed - something else is forgotten.