He asked the vet when he made the appt., and they had no problem with it, so we had a tentative appt. for them as well.
As I've said before, feral cats...especially those that you get as adults, are a bit different than regular pet cats, or found cats which were formerly pets. And, these are no different.
One of the differences, is that ff cats tend to revert to their feral behavior when they feel threatened, whether the threat is real or not, and that could be as radical as a barking dog, or as little as a noise that startles them.
The other thing is that you can't *make* them stay in the house when they think that they need to go out, unless you would like things destroyed. As long as you and they are on the same page, all is mostly well.
So, we knew that we couldn't force them to stay in all day until Ds showed up, and just hoped that they would come in around 1, eat, and take a little nap. I've been pushing (aka bribing) that as part of their schedule to get them in during the hottest part of the day.
The first problem, was that we did not catch Tux. We don't know where he went, but he wasn't around when we needed to catch him. Darn.
Next, we went to get the carriers for Mamou and Uhura, and they are gone. They were in the escape pod. There are still all-wire cages in there, but no carriers. I guess that's another thing stolen that time.
We told Ds and he said that he could lend us their 2 carriers. (Which means that if we had caught Tux, we still could have only sent 2.)
Before 2, Ds brought the carriers, and we slipped them in the door. By then the cats wanted out, because they don't like it when people pull up, even Ds, because they know that Frankie is with him sometimes.
I have urine pads which we put in the carriers, and then Dh carried Uhura to one to put her in it. She hates carriers, and struggled not to get put in, resulting in a hind foot scratch on Dh's side.
Then, Mamou. He was so certain that Dh would not do anything bad to him, because he never has before, that he let him carry him to the crate, and was perfectly relaxed. (Picture carrying a cat as if they are a super hero flying with their cape behind them.)
Then he was put in the crate, and looked betrayed and upset. Eegads, it was like a childs first day away from home in pre-school, or kindergarten. I felt terrible. But, it was for the better good, so...
The reason that Frankie was going to the vet, was to have the effectiveness of the antibiotic assessed. At first it seemed to be helping. (Penicillin.) Then, less so.
I've not liked the problem from the beginning, as the muzzle seemed involved to me.
The vet doubled the penicillin dose, and said that it was a tooth infection that had gotten into the sinuses. He wanted to remove the tooth, and a couple of others, on Saturday.
Frankie is not a super young dog, and seems to be predisposed to tooth issues, like our JRT, Pepsi was.
Meanwhile, Ds got the cats in and out of their crates to be looked at, and vaccinated. He thought they seemed kind of dazed after the 30+ minute drive, being crated, etc.
He did call me, but his phone had an issue there, and I only caught about every 3rd word, plus he was too quiet sounding, as if he was down a tunnel. All I caught was that the vet recommended a different rabies vaccine, and that one was better for cats than the other, but more expensive. When I realized that I was never going to be able to hear the information, I just yelled 'Go ahead, yes.' into the phone, hoping that he would hear me.
He still has my paperwork, but when I get it, I'll finally see what they got!
Frankie, meanwhile, was not amused at being poked, prodded, and having blood drawn from his neck, but he was good all the same.
Once they got here, Frankie was freed to run around, and the crated cats were brought in. We took them out, pet them a lot, then fed them canned-bribe food.
They disappeared right after eating, but we'd agreed that they had to be completely calm, and pretty normal, before we'd let them out, no matter what the consequences.
Once Frankie went home (did I mention that they are not all that fond of him?) they reappeared and laid down, but not on the chairs with us. Neither did they ask to go out, which I found completely surprising.
After 2 hours, they wanted out, and seemed okay, so we let them out, and they leaped down over the side of the south-facing hill. I have to assume that they went down to the old house, as they do every day.
You can tell that they were not unaffected, though, because Uhura did not go to Dh when she was ready to come back in, and let him pick her up. We've really only had any type of relationship with her for a few months, though it seems like longer. And, one thing that it was based on, was Dh feeding her (remember, before that, she was still solidly Ds's cat, and would only go to him, even after he moved.) and keeping the boys from bothering her, or preventing her from eating. One way that worked was that she eventually let him pick her up, and carry her past them, then feed her.
Even today, she comes to him outside at least once a day or night, has him pick her up, and carry her in past them. (Mind you, when they bother her, she trounches them.) But, last night, she wouldn't come to Dh to be picked up. She's a bit better today, but still not really herself.
All in all, they are not acting as badly as we expected. That's when we realized that Ds is getting a lot of the blame for their situation yesterday, not us. He was in the car with them both ways, he was handling them at the vet's office, and he put them back into the dreaded crates there.
So, 2 cats have been vetted, and Frankie went in for tooth removals today. He's now home, but I haven't heard much yet. Ds got him canned food and broth, I know. And, he's still on penicillin. Ds will call me early this morning to let me know how it's going.
Next, Tux. We'll see when, and how that goes.
While I'm here, even though this is already long, I wanted to say that everyone else is fine.
Tux is getting better with being tamed each day.
Tilde is doing fine also. I just dug out the furminator to strip out any undercoat, since it's so hot.
And, I can't believe the new hens will be a year old at the end of this month.
Have a great day!
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