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Frigivet: Kat Med Hoved Fanget I Krukke I 6 Dage

Skrevet af Sarah Loeb fra Pennsylvania

Jeg føler, at jeg har oplevet en virkelig velsignet begivenhed. Et medlem af min vilde koloni, som regel en af ​​de venligere katte, fik en plastikkrukke fast på hovedet. Hele hans hoved indhyllet i hård plastik var han fuldstændig ude af stand til at spise eller drikke. Jeg så ham første gang på denne måde en lørdag aften. Jeg brugte timer på at få ham til at stole på mig til at komme tæt nok på, så jeg kunne fjerne krukken. Men, fuldstændig sårbar og positivt panikslagen, var katten alt for skæv til at tillade mig at komme i nærheden af.

Næste aften prøvede jeg at smide et håndklæde og derefter et tungt tæppe over ham for at desorientere ham, i håb om at det kunne tillade mig at få et solidt greb, men katten viste sig for hurtig og snu til sådanne tricks. Min kæreste kom endda ud sent den aften med en stor kurv, og sammen forsøgte vi at fange den skræmte kat, indtil han til sidst stak af, ingen steder at finde.

Vi besluttede at udelade en Havahart-fælde fra den ene dag til den anden, men også det lykkedes ikke (selvom det gav mig adgang til en fertil hun, som jeg så kunne bringe til klinikken til spay og vaccination; så ikke et tab helt). Jeg søgte hver time på timen fra jeg kom hjem fra arbejde, omkring kl. 19.00 til kl. 05.00. Han viste aldrig. Jeg regnede med, at han måtte være død på en af ​​de værste måder, jeg kan forestille mig. Jeg var ved siden af ​​mig selv og vidste, at jeg havde svigtet denne kat, der engang havde puttet sig mod mine ben og ventet på sin middag. Jeg kunne ikke slippe det, kunne ikke sove, spekulerede på, om han muligvis stadig kunne være derude, fast inde i den forfærdelige krukke.

En gæst midt om natten ankommer for at hjælpe

Nå, i aften, som sædvanligt, næsten kl. 01.00, lavede jeg en middagstallerken og bar den udenfor, hvor min koloni tålmodigt ventede. Jeg gik med kattene på slæb til vores faste sted (et pænt stykke fra bygningen), serverede måltidet og var begyndt at gå tilbage, da en kvinde, som syntes at dukke op ud af ingenting, henvendte sig til mig. Jeg er blevet irettesat flere gange for at have fodret mine kattekillinger, så jeg forberedte mig på endnu en nabotungesurring. Hun spurgte mig fladt ud, om jeg lige havde fodret vildkattene. Modvilligt indrømmede jeg, at jeg havde det, og hun begyndte straks at bruse over, hvor glad hun var for at møde mig, og hvor taknemmelig hun var for at vide, at nogen i komplekset, bortset fra hende selv, satte pris på kattene og var villig til at hjælpe med at se til deres velbefindende. Jeg var selvfølgelig meget lettet og lige så ekstatisk over at møde hende; endelig ... en vildkatte-allieret!

Hun fortalte mig, at hun hed Rose, og gennem vores livlige, sene aftenmøde og hilse udvekslede Rose og jeg historier om vores erfaringer med at hjælpe de lokale katte. Jeg erfarede, at hun havde boet i komplekset i flere år (jeg er relativt ny på ejendommen), og på trods af gennemsigtigheden i hendes bestræbelser på at opretholde en vaccineret, steriliseret og kastreret koloni, var hun også blevet chikaneret af forskellige nabolejere og havde endda modtaget trusler om udsættelse fra bygningsledelsen for at fodre kattene. Det er overflødigt at sige, at Rose og jeg blev hurtige venner.

Så der stod vi og sludrede, da den krukkehovede kat dukkede op! Rose fortalte mig, at katten havde siddet fast i krukken siden i hvert fald torsdag (næsten seks dage)! Hun havde også brugt timer på at forsøge at redde ham, og hun var blevet mast af ham i sine anstrengelser. Hun sagde, at hun ikke engang havde lyst til at prøve mere, at hun havde grædt hele weekenden over sine mislykkede forsøg. Jeg forstod fuldstændig hendes sorg. At fange katten på dette tidspunkt virkede umuligt, og jeg vidste, at endnu et mislykket forsøg ville være endnu mere ødelæggende for os begge, men jeg vidste også, at ingen af ​​os ville være i stand til at gå væk uden at gøre endnu et forsøg.

Uden nogen planlægning sad jeg simpelthen på jorden og begyndte at ringe med mine nøgler (alias vildkattens middagsklokke), og fordi en af ​​mine almindelige hankatte er lidt af en snob, der insisterer på at spise bortset fra mængden, holdt jeg stadig en lille pose mad i min sweaterlomme (som jeg havde tænkt mig at servere til "Catty Aloof" under et nærliggende træ som sædvanligt). Jeg trak posen med mad op af lommen, åbnede den og begyndte at ryste den sammen med mine nøgler. Den krukkehovedede kat virkede næsten hypnotiseret af det - lyden og lugten sammen. Jeg håbede desperat på, at han ville henvende sig og lade mig hjælpe ham. Efter et minut eller deromkring lagde jeg mærke til, at Rose krybede op bag den nu hjælpeløst fordybede, udsultede kat. Jeg rystede tasterne og maden for at gøre lyden højere og højere, så han ikke ville se væk eller notere Roses kryb. Til sidst, som en vild kat selv, sprang Rose mod ham og greb ham bagfra.

Katten blev vild og huggede i Roses bare arme. Til min forbløffelse holdt Rose fat i hende. Jeg sprang op og råbte: "LAD HAM IKKE GÅ!" Men lige da jeg skulle til at gribe fat i krukken, skød katten ud af hendes arme og fløj væk. Rose og jeg, næsten i forening, udtalte ophidset et par udvalgte udråb, og vi to begyndte at falde sammen i elendighed, da vi pludselig indså, at hun holdt krukken!

Han er endelig fri!

Åh min Gud, jeg har det!

På en eller anden måde, under det voldsomme slagsmål, var det faktisk lykkedes Rose at fjerne krukken! Rose stirrede på den beskidte beholder i hendes hænder og gentog vantro: "Åh, min Gud, jeg har den. Jeg har krukken!"

Jeg slog mine arme om hende. Denne kvinde, kun få minutter før en fremmed...min nye ven og partner i katterednings-"kriminalitet", og nu min helt! Vi stod der på parkeringspladsen ved vores lejlighedskompleks klokken 1:00 om morgenen i en stram omfavnelse, og blodet piblede fra de friske kampsår på hendes underarme. Jeg kan stadig næsten ikke tro det. Hele begivenheden synes næsten umulig; timingen, heldet med det hele, næsten for godt til at være sandt. Jeg følte, at jeg havde vundet i lotteriet. Suset var bedre end Broadway. Og Jarhead er krukkefri!

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Di Aug 20, 2013

I am sitting here with tears in my eyes. What a wonderful story!! Thank you!

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Hippychic Angie Aug 14, 2013

I totally understand saving those precious little souls. Attached is Sister Chic. She was found by my daughter and her friend after being mauled by a dog. It bit her tail off and messed up her back and ears pretty bad. She has six toes on all four feet and is rather unique looking. She has such a personality! In the beginning I told my daughter we'd keep her until we could find her a home. Well, guess what? She found a home alright, with me. We've had her 5 years now and I can't imagine life without her. She is my little soul mate. Guess it was in the cards. We are meant to be together, Sister Chic and I!

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qt8625 Sep 19, 2012

You are heros!

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Tai Aug 24, 2012

Love this story. And thank you to the commenter below who cautions people about their discarded containers, which are indeed a hazard to wildlife. There is a young deer living behind my property who has a length of PVC pipe stuck on this leg. He must have stepped on it and it went right over his hoof. Now he's stuck with it for life. Poor guy. There is no way to catch this wild deer and I am hoping that he will be able to adapt to the plastic pipe and that it won't get infected.

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Rich Aug 8, 2012
I too rescued a feral with a plastic jar on her head. She would frequent my deck late in the night for a meal, Always Frightened and would scurry off quickly if she noticed me looking. One evening as i peeked out, I spotted her under my car with the jar on her head. I didn't think too much of it other than a small chuckle. To my dismay, she was on my deck still the next morning with the jar still on her head. Fearing the worst for her at that point i proceeded to sneak up on her and try to grab the jar. Didn't work. She ran away , the plastic jar clunking as she frantically ran . Each day I would see her on the property somewhere during my search. Day three, I was alerted by the neighbor's Jack Russel to their barn. I approached thinking that she must be there as the dog was very insistent on entering. Oh what a surprise, I found her stash. Three orange tigers, one silver tiger and a calico, all about three maybe four weeks old and very hungry. Day four and five, no luck, didn'... [View Full Comment]
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SuryaSmiles Aug 7, 2012

God Bless you two, from another rescuer and TNR'. How is Jarhead now?

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Teresa Aug 6, 2012

Sarah and Rose: Congratulations for helping this poor cat and thank you on my behalf,  and of my small zoo of  abandoned dogs and cats for  being an animal lover, that is a great story keep up the good work.

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Amy Aug 6, 2012

Animal Angels all around us . . . 

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melanie Aug 5, 2012

Awww that is the sweetest story

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Ravenmad Sue Aug 5, 2012

What a wonderful story--and thank you for being so persistent in your rescue efforts. "Jar Head" kitty has one heck of a will to live! Nonetheless, he must have been scared out of his mind not being able to see where he was going, eat, or drink.  Thank goodness he didn't suffocate!

I think there is also a lesson in here about why we can do with less plastic bottles and jars in the world and why the thoughtful thing to do is either reuse the containers or (as a last resort) recycle them. Please don't toss plastic bottles and containers onto landfills or vacant lots--they are harmful to feral kitties.

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Ag Aug 5, 2012

wonderful story! thanks to people like you these cats have a chance..

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Larry Barkan Aug 5, 2012

Thank you for your kindness and your bravery. You are heroes.

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Viviansuet Aug 5, 2012

Beautiful, Hui Pono Holoholona understands your love.  Mahalo for all you do.

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lynn Aug 5, 2012

How kind of you and Rose to save this kitty, and know you'll be right back at it. I once knew two old lady cat and dog lovers. One of them was quite wealthy, and they would both hop in her Cadillac and drive around saving neglected and abandoned animals, even going so far as to steal chained up dogs in yards that had no food, water, shade or warmth. She said she didn't care if she was arrested because she had plenty of money and plenty of lawyers. All the evacuees were taken first to the vet, then to the groomers, and home to the best any of us could wish for, until perfect permanent homes could be found. I always thought that if my ship ever came  in, it would be a great way to spend my life. I"m 71 now, still without money, but still rescuing. 

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Drlaurel Aug 5, 2012

Wow, thanks for the tears.  And thanks for the bravery on both the rescue and the long term endeavor.  I too would be a feral cat feeder if I could brave the hatred from the others.  

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Craig Aug 5, 2012

Sarah and Rose... lots of love to your and your cat tribe... what you are doing to serve the animals is a big part of saving the humans and the world... 

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Carrie Feri Designerlines Aug 5, 2012

What a beautiful, heartwarming story Laura! :)

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Sophie Ka Aug 5, 2012

Sweet story.

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Susanmfoster Aug 5, 2012

That is such a touching story! It does my heart so much good to know there are others out there who care about animals enough to really try to help them.

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Mary Aug 5, 2012

Thank you both for not giving up!!  You are angels. :)

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Tiffany :) Aug 5, 2012

Great story!  Thanks for being such a kind, compassionate soul! :)

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Cariboob Aug 5, 2012

He looks like my very first, much beloved cat Wallace! Gorgeous boy!
Thank you for your kindness and care. It does my heart good to know that both you and Rose found the help you needed and were successful. Meeting a kindred spirit is such a huge blessing too!

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DJ Aug 5, 2012

 What a great story of love and blessed "timing".
The love, caring and knowing that kitty is free made my morning!
Thank you both!

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Julie Miller Aug 5, 2012

What a wonderful story of caring & friendship- human & feline together!

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$2841622 Aug 5, 2012

OMG, this reminds me of my own cat who I originally thought was feral. One terribly hot summer he got his head stuck in a plastic bag. Lucky for him it had a hole that he could breath through but otherwise he was encased. We tried in vain to help him, but he finally managed to get out of it. He turned out to be a traumatized abandoned cat and I slowly befriended him - he's our beloved pet today. Sooo, glad you were able to free that poor cat from the jar!!

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2peace Aug 5, 2012

Thank you for the tears of happiness :)