I had an ooopsie the other day.
I’ve been hanging with the neighborhood feral cats for the past three days - barely any sleep. They seem to hunt and seek out water 24/7.
I’m a house cat. My food and water is served to me on the dining room table in silver bowls.
Feral cats don’t have that luxury and must spent almost 24/7 seeking food and drink - or else they perish. They understand this. They are used to short sleep cycles.
I figured that I should spend a few days with them for journalistic purposes, that is - I had nothing else to do.
It was a horror show.
First thing you learn - sleep is a luxury. Ferals must be ready to hunt, kill and protect themselves 24/7.
I learned that in order to survive one must sleep on one’s back, claws out at the ready, The ‘sleep’ is more of a nap. One must always be ready to fight to the death (it happens a lot more than you would expect).
Second, you must check trash bins for food frequently. You would not believe how much edible food the wealthy throw out.
Returning home to Nick after a few days with the ferals was a little awkward, to say the least.
He was used to me sleeping on my back and graciously accepting his tummy rubs. But the feral life had changed me.
On the first night home, sleeping on the sofa, Nick walked by and gave me a belly rub - something I used to appreciate and cause me to purr.
Nick regretted that particular belly rub.
Now, remember I was half asleep - the belly rub alarmed me and I shredded both of his hands and arms and somehow managed to rip open his loving (and horrified) face - coming very close to his jugular.
Blood was everywhere and we knew he needed medical attention fast. As I had ripped open part of his right eye and would have a difficult, if not dangerous, time driving - we called an Uber.
Upon arrival at the emergency ward they rushed him directly to help.
Final result - 43 stitches and an eyepatch, with instructions to return every day for bandage replacement.
Oooopsie.
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OMG! Feel better, mister! 🤕
🙀 I’m so sorry! A similar incident almost happened to me when getting close to a feral cat.
I have many feral cats. I trap them, spay or neuter them before releasing them out to our ranch. Of course, I supplement their diet with regular cat kibble. So one in particular was very friendly, and I could easily pet her and pick her up. Very loving. She was been dumped here when she was a kitten. So the night she was neutered I allowed her to sleep on her bed and leaving she was domesticated. All night she was curious about my face. Affectionately she’d knead and lick me and purr. Cuddly!
So the next day I picked her up and held her to my face and some thing freaked her out, she reacted by almost biting my face. She had a very angry ferocious look on her face. Outdoors she went and she has never been inside since then. 😼