So if anyone remembers when I found those kittens in the trash can (click) you’d know that I’ve been looking after the momma cat, Skraggles, since we moved into this apartment. Welp, thanks to the very generous faculty members and advice from Kitten Rescue (HUUUUGE thank you Sue and Ben especially), Skraggles is now doing really well and looks healthier than I’ve ever seen her. I’m still amazed at how she created some beautiful babies and every now and then I find myself thinking about them. I think the father (big friendly orange guy…I call him Big Daddy) lives down the street from us. He looks like he has an owner so I HOPE they got him fixed by now!
So anyways, back to Skrags. Her mange looks to be completely gone – her fur has magically transformed from this balding, matty, coarse mess into healthy, fuzzy, soft fur! With a beautiful pattern too…she looks a lot like the little girl kitty she had. Her bald spots are growing in. Since I got her fixed she’s been acting much differently than before…in a very positive way! She seems to have a lot more energy and when I go on my nightly walks she tags along with me.
It’s really cute. She’s a good cat.
I never thought I would actually call Skraggles ‘cute‘ before now.
The sad thing is that after she was fixed they somehow figured out her age (I have no idea how they can do that) and told me that she was somewhere between 1 – 2 years of age.
Damn.
This cat has been through hell and back in such a short amount of time. The good thing is that now she’s got a whole life of freedom ahead of her…And if we ever move from this area I’m taking her with us to live in whatever neighborhood we end up in.
I hope it delivers.
