Before Feta, I had been fostering a series of orphaned kittens and had never had a full-grown cat. However, since I was moving soon, after returning my last litter (to go into their new homes), I told the shelter that I couldn’t foster anymore until I got settled in my new apartment.
The next day, I went to volunteer and drop off some “unneeded” fostering supplies… and came home with a three-legged cat. Oops.
I was to keep her “just for the weekend.” Ha! Didn’t quite work out like that!
The “foster quarantine room” (extra bathroom) was quickly cleaned and sanitized, and Feta Cat moved in. I knew nothing about her other than that she’d recently had a leg amputated and had been living at the vet’s office.
I immediately noticed two things – one, she is very friendly and kind, and two, she was having trouble with that remaining back leg:
Relieved that I hadn’t been stuck with an aggressive cat who wanted to eat me (especially since although I’ve raised a bunch of kittens, Feta is the first adult cat I’ve been responsible for!), I set about figuring out what she needed and working to get her comfortable in her new digs.
She was (very, very carefully) introduced to my dog, a meeting which went surprisingly well!
It became obvious that she was friendly – really, really friendly – and absolutely loved human attention! (As well as food. Really big on food.) At the vet’s suggestion, I worked on encouraging her to move around and get some exercise, especially with that weak hind leg. Feta was a great sport about it all!
All in all, Feta decided that she liked being in foster, and I decided that I liked her, too! For the moment, everything was going great!
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