Posts Tagged ‘Nikki’

He’ll Have His Own Show Next

Nikki is getting fan mail.
(There is a little gender confusion going on – everyone thinks he is a she?)

I went out to call him tonight, and saw a card on the kitty climbing structure out front
“Thank You,” it said on the front.

It had artwork too!

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Dear Our-Address Resident,

I just wanted to thank you. Last night, when walking home from a final, your cat approached me and cheered me up greatly. I really appreciated her (sic) company, and she was a great comfort to me when I was feeling really low.

Your cat is incredibly sweet and I am very grateful that I could have met her at such an opportune time.

You are incredibly lucky to have such an affectionate, adorable, kind cat.

Once again, thank you.

Sincerely,

Blake St. resident

It’s all true, of course, he is our little miracle kitty.

 

 

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Reasonably  enough.

What will Wolfie think of all this? And Boe?

Well, we shall see.

Boe has been playing truant a lot.
I think with the recent loss of so many of his cat family, he is just not as happy.
(He adored Motley, and he and Nikki slept in a kitty pile.)
There’s a bunch of other young kitties down the block, and I think he’s hanging out down there a lot.
Maybe he will be happier with other younger cats here?

Wolfie misses Boe when he’s not around.
Boe turned up last night, having not been seen since Thursday.
He ate and hung around, but wouldn’t come in.
(They both fear Sisko, and require help getting past him to get upstairs.)
When I called Wolfie in later, he kept coming up to the porch, even to the door, but not coming in.
Instead he looked around, waiting for Boe, who wasn’t coming in.
I finally coaxed him in after midnight.

He’s going to be very unhappy when we lose Boe.
I’m hoping he can bond with the new guys – the brothers are more ex-ferals, and the kitten is very pro-cat – and maybe make it a little less grim this winter.

Doctor 7?
Kitten likes cats.
He was trying to say hi to every kitty in the place.
If any of these guys gives him an inch, he’ll take a foot.
My ebil plot is to get him in with the brothers as babysitters.
Could work.

Sisko?
Sisko is sorta a basket case, and we will all just have to cope.
But he got along fine with Nikki, so maybe he doesn’t find younger cats as threatening.
Maybe.

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Cross Yer Fingers

Until the 13th.

We have a kitten on “hold” at the Animal Shelter.
He was found straying, and won’t be released until then.

I didn’t mean to do it.
Nikki may still return.
Boe is ticking through his last days.
And Sisko and Wolfie are the Spat Brothers.

But he’s a three month old Perfect Master, little tiny Buddha cat, and he looked at me.
He is utterly not my usual cat.
In as much as I was looking for a cat, I was looking for Laurie’s kittens – slinky little black and white guys.

The as-yet-nameless one is a round little tabby fluffball.
He likes laps.
He’s got a voice, and uses it.
He LOVES other kitties.

When I took him out of the kennel to hold he was all gotta-check-out-where-the-kitty-sounds-come-from.
Then he started cleaning my wrist brace.
(The velcro is too tough for him to undo yet – what is it with tabbies anyway?)

I was going to just bring him home tomorrow, and then tell people.
(This being not a convenient time, ya know.)
But the paperwork was all screwy.
They set it all up to fix him tomorrow and have me pick him up at the vet’s, and I paid and all.
And went back to cuddle him some more.
Then someone noticed he hadn’t been released yet, and won’t be until Friday.
They weren’t supposed to even start yet, but since we did they are just putting him on hold til Friday.
But they didn’t know I was back there cuddling, so they phoned the house with their news.
Is all fine, though I lost the element of surprise.
(But did get to take Tom and Sair off to see him – YAY!)

So cross your fingers.
Though, if he is someone’s lost darling and they come fetch him, that’s fine with me, which is what I told the shelter people too.
It’s just all on hold until….. DRUM ROLL…..
We find out on
FRIDAY THE 13th.
(Will go get pics tomorrow.)

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A nasty lousy summer

Back from another evening’s postering off near campus.
There’s got to be a better way to do this.

I’m, perhaps pointlessly, optimistically expecting Nikki back some time.
He hasn’t turned up at the shelter.
I’d thought maybe he was just off the streets, rescued again, but he seems to be displaying more street smarts than I’d have expected.
Assuming that was him that was spotted over at the dorms.
But enough is enough, and I want him home.
Everybody misses him.

His best buddy Boe isn’t going to be with us too much longer.
(As I said, it’s being a really lousy summer.)
Boe’s lump has finally resolved itself into a squamous cell carcinoma on his right lower jaw.
It had everyone baffled, for one thing because he’s only three.
(I found something on-line saying median age for this in cats is 12.)
For another the growth is atypically involved with his jawbone.
Apparently this kind of thing usually means the bone starts getting all fragile and eaten through.
Instead his lump is all bone, hard enough they could scarcely get a sample.
WTF

There is nothing to do.
Cats need jaws.
For now he’s fine.
Looks a bit like Jay Leno, and missing most of those lower teeth, but perfectly cheerful.
He’s eating, grooming, and running about being a happy cat.
It’s all watching and spoiling and all.
I’d get him the moon, am getting him babyfuds and chicken and tunas, and very much want to get him his idiot friend back.
Sigh.

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My Latest Scheme

I may have finally figured out how to make money cat-ranching.
It would be more like cat-leasing.
And require unfortunate amounts of initial capital.

But you’d build student housing with nifty little studios or doubles.
Arranged to have shared patio areas.
Which would come with resident kitties.
Which you could adopt on leaving.
Well….
It’s the closest I’ve come to an actual entrepreneurial concept.
Which might be why I am not a business person.

In other news.

Nikki remains on his walk-about.
We had a call last night that he was seen last Wednesday (the 9th?) over by the UC dorms under a car near the dumpsters.
The nice kid was trying to see whether he had a collar, and he was not cooperating.
So we are now expanding out calling/postering in that direction.

Of course, this is assuming that she is correctly identifying the cat.
(The earlier May 24th sighting – post abduction, but wearing the Idiot Girl’s collar – is linked to this new photo by Idiot Girl.)

Idiot Girl who carried him off put this photo on the five posters near her apartment she put up, and someone who saw my posters directed me to hers.

I think Nikki looks nervous.
The I Ching I threw for him warns him against young girls.
As soon as I get my hands on the young fellow I will repeat the message.
He was originally taken from the street near his mother’s home by my Idiot Tenant girl, the one who was leaving him behind when she moved out.
Then Idiot Girl ravaged him away to the other side of Telegraph and abandoned him.
He’s just gotta stop chatting up the coeds.
Except he could let someone seeing the posters rescue him.
Sigh.

One problem is that I’m not sure he actually knows about coming when called.
Idiot Tenant just left him locked in her apartment alone all the time, and didn’t teach him useful skills.
(Though he did learn find-the-catfood-bag-and-feed-yourself.)
But coming when called seems to need practice and reinforcement.
My other older-adopted feral rescue kitties are also a little dim about the process, believing that responding means to come to a cautious ten feet away and see why I am yelling.
Then leave.
I’d like to believe Nikki would recognize my voice and seek me out, but I worry.
Still, we are once again at the Seen Last Week stage.

Off to make more posters.

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Still Missing

Idiot Nikki kitty.
No new sightings.
Much postering.
Daily checking Found Cats and DOA at the animal shelter.
A fair amount of cat calling off across Telegraph Avenue.
Sigh.

I’m mostly telling myself good stories, that maybe someone passing by has taken him home.
After all, I know two different people have already done that.
Or maybe he is just having an okay time having a teen-aged cat walk-about.
And at least we have a confirmed sighting on the street after the Berkeley Humane Society fire.
Last week, from faulty wiring, fifteen dead cats.
I did say it’s been a bad week.
I am resolutely not thinking injured, starving, frightened, trapped.

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