If you read this blog at all regularly, you’ll know that the last couple of weeks catching a local stray who has been making a nuisance of himself, and looking a sorry state, has been high on my agenda.
So you’ll understand that last night I rewarded myself with a large glass of red wine. Ginger (his screen name) was safely delivered to the cattery where they run a small cat rescue charity on the side.
Just before eight this morning I got a call from Chris. Ginger had slept well, eaten a hearty meal, and was set for a visit to the vet. She promised I would be called later.
I got the call about half an hour ago. Ginger was back from his visit to the surgery and minus his testicles. The vet had said he was fairly healthy. So that is all good. He was still pretty woozy, said Ann. She went on to explain that he would have had a hefty shot of anaesthetic, not simply for his op, but because of his semi feral status, a status that will make rehoming him so much harder. He may even be brought back here to resume his street life. That worries me as if he returns to raiding people’s houses in this neighbourhood he will not be a welcome boy. The cattery has limited space and limited options.
Ideally, someone who already has a cat, a cat flap and would be prepared to give him lots of time and freedom while he adapts to his testosterone-less state, which could take around three months, would come forward. Finding that person is a challenge of no small order.
Therefore, if you live in or near London, know someone who might want a handsome ginger to grace the garden, and who has the patience to wait and see if he will become the Cat Who Came In From the Cold, or someone with a farm or small-holding who would like him as a barn cat, please please show them this post and ask them to leave a comment.
Spread the word.