Another Riley Update... :)

First of all, purrs and prayers to all who need them. We'll light a
candle for all the babies who have gone to the bridge - Nannys Tiger,
Mathews grandfather, CATherines Sheba, and anyone else I've missed.

This is a bit of a hit and run posting as I can't keep up at the
moment. I just have to share some Riley news. When Riley arrived 2
weeks ago, he was an unhinged, 4 month old full feral, who paniced the
minute anyone approached him and pop-corned everywhere. He peed
himself in fear if you spoke to him, was so traumatised he didn't dare
leave his bed to use a litter box and just shook in terror all the
time.

My vet gave him some Clomicalm to try and help. I implemented my feral
cat whispering skills.......

Today is a 2 week update. Riley has been coming on well - he lets me
handle him a little bit now, he's reduced to a dribbling squirmy,
purry mess when I scritch him, he rushes forward to the front of the
cage demanding to know where food is, he mugs me for tuna baby food
(and buying that in the store is a whole different story in itself!)
when he thinks I have some, and last night, my alpha boy-cat HRFL
Tiger instigated play with him and a catnip mousie as I let Riley out
of his pen to stretch his legs.

Riley came out of the pen again this morning. He's played and played
and played. He's had a ball. He's run up and down the scratch posts,
ambushed the dog, explored the bookshelves, killed several mousies,
and just generally acted like a young, confident curious kitten-cat.
Every time I touch him, he purrs, although he's still quite lary of
being handled. And when he'd had enough playtime, he put himself back
to bed in his pen!!

I can't get over the change in what was such a truly traumatised
feral, fearful boy. I can't even begin to explain the circumstances of
his background, but what I will say is that it wasn't the best, and
those of you who have dealt with inner city colonies under threat from
unscrupulous *******s know exactly what I mean.

It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy

It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy

Or rather, me Helen M..... never copy post an email to a newgroup
without checking how you signed it! ;o)

Helen M

wrote:
It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy

Or rather, me Helen M..... never copy post an email to a newgroup
without checking how you signed it! ;o)

Helen M

It is so good to hear about Riley's progress, of course it's not surprisng
cats know when you're good for them.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

So the real Riley has appeared :-) And part of that new Riley must be a very
tough cat to be able to show his original character like that so soon.
Congratulations !

Nanny

schreef in bericht
...
First of all, purrs and prayers to all who need them. We'll light a
candle for all the babies who have gone to the bridge - Nannys Tiger,
Mathews grandfather, CATherines Sheba, and anyone else I've missed.

This is a bit of a hit and run posting as I can't keep up at the
moment. I just have to share some Riley news. When Riley arrived 2
weeks ago, he was an unhinged, 4 month old full feral, who paniced the
minute anyone approached him and pop-corned everywhere. He peed
himself in fear if you spoke to him, was so traumatised he didn't dare
leave his bed to use a litter box and just shook in terror all the
time.

My vet gave him some Clomicalm to try and help. I implemented my feral
cat whispering skills.......

Today is a 2 week update. Riley has been coming on well - he lets me
handle him a little bit now, he's reduced to a dribbling squirmy,
purry mess when I scritch him, he rushes forward to the front of the
cage demanding to know where food is, he mugs me for tuna baby food
(and buying that in the store is a whole different story in itself!)
when he thinks I have some, and last night, my alpha boy-cat HRFL
Tiger instigated play with him and a catnip mousie as I let Riley out
of his pen to stretch his legs.

Riley came out of the pen again this morning. He's played and played
and played. He's had a ball. He's run up and down the scratch posts,
ambushed the dog, explored the bookshelves, killed several mousies,
and just generally acted like a young, confident curious kitten-cat.
Every time I touch him, he purrs, although he's still quite lary of
being handled. And when he'd had enough playtime, he put himself back
to bed in his pen!!

I can't get over the change in what was such a truly traumatised
feral, fearful boy. I can't even begin to explain the circumstances of
his background, but what I will say is that it wasn't the best, and
those of you who have dealt with inner city colonies under threat from
unscrupulous *******s know exactly what I mean.

It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy

wrote in message
...
First of all, purrs and prayers to all who need them. We'll light a
candle for all the babies who have gone to the bridge - Nannys Tiger,
Mathews grandfather, CATherines Sheba, and anyone else I've missed.

This is a bit of a hit and run posting as I can't keep up at the
moment. I just have to share some Riley news. When Riley arrived 2
weeks ago, he was an unhinged, 4 month old full feral, who paniced the
minute anyone approached him and pop-corned everywhere. He peed
himself in fear if you spoke to him, was so traumatised he didn't dare
leave his bed to use a litter box and just shook in terror all the
time.

My vet gave him some Clomicalm to try and help. I implemented my feral
cat whispering skills.......

Today is a 2 week update. Riley has been coming on well - he lets me
handle him a little bit now, he's reduced to a dribbling squirmy,
purry mess when I scritch him, he rushes forward to the front of the
cage demanding to know where food is, he mugs me for tuna baby food
(and buying that in the store is a whole different story in itself!)
when he thinks I have some, and last night, my alpha boy-cat HRFL
Tiger instigated play with him and a catnip mousie as I let Riley out
of his pen to stretch his legs.

Riley came out of the pen again this morning. He's played and played
and played. He's had a ball. He's run up and down the scratch posts,
ambushed the dog, explored the bookshelves, killed several mousies,
and just generally acted like a young, confident curious kitten-cat.
Every time I touch him, he purrs, although he's still quite lary of
being handled. And when he'd had enough playtime, he put himself back
to bed in his pen!!

I can't get over the change in what was such a truly traumatised
feral, fearful boy. I can't even begin to explain the circumstances of
his background, but what I will say is that it wasn't the best, and
those of you who have dealt with inner city colonies under threat from
unscrupulous *******s know exactly what I mean.

It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy



No, silly, he's a kitten! What a fantastic story. We want pictures, you
know.

--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

wrote:

Riley came out of the pen again this morning. He's played and played
and played. He's had a ball. He's run up and down the scratch posts,
ambushed the dog, explored the bookshelves, killed several mousies,
and just generally acted like a young, confident curious kitten-cat.
Every time I touch him, he purrs, although he's still quite lary of
being handled. And when he'd had enough playtime, he put himself back
to bed in his pen!!

I can't get over the change in what was such a truly traumatised
feral, fearful boy. I can't even begin to explain the circumstances of
his background, but what I will say is that it wasn't the best, and
those of you who have dealt with inner city colonies under threat from
unscrupulous *******s know exactly what I mean.

It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

What a great story - you have truly rescued him.

--
Joyce ^..^

(To email me, remove the X's from my user name.)

Adrian wrote:
wrote:
It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy
Or rather, me Helen M..... never copy post an email to a newgroup
without checking how you signed it! ;o)

Regarding his reluctance to be handled, that may not change. I've had
plenty of cats whose backgrounds were perfectly normal domestic ones,
yet they objected to being handled on any terms but their own.
Cendrillon cuddles, purrs louder than any cat I've had, and will lap-sit
for hours, but she wants it to be HER idea - if you try to pick her up,
she's outa there!

wrote in message news:463ab7a8-dcc6-48a7-9e7c-
Riley is a very
special little starfish.

hehehe, I like that phrase. I will have to find a way to make it my own.

Keep us updated with stories about Riley.
I love reading them. And photos, of course.
God bless.

Lily & her mama

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...
First of all, purrs and prayers to all who need them. We'll light a
candle for all the babies who have gone to the bridge - Nannys Tiger,
Mathews grandfather, CATherines Sheba, and anyone else I've missed.

This is a bit of a hit and run posting as I can't keep up at the
moment. I just have to share some Riley news. When Riley arrived 2
weeks ago, he was an unhinged, 4 month old full feral, who paniced the
minute anyone approached him and pop-corned everywhere. He peed
himself in fear if you spoke to him, was so traumatised he didn't dare
leave his bed to use a litter box and just shook in terror all the
time.

My vet gave him some Clomicalm to try and help. I implemented my feral
cat whispering skills.......

Today is a 2 week update. Riley has been coming on well - he lets me
handle him a little bit now, he's reduced to a dribbling squirmy,
purry mess when I scritch him, he rushes forward to the front of the
cage demanding to know where food is, he mugs me for tuna baby food
(and buying that in the store is a whole different story in itself!)
when he thinks I have some, and last night, my alpha boy-cat HRFL
Tiger instigated play with him and a catnip mousie as I let Riley out
of his pen to stretch his legs.

Riley came out of the pen again this morning. He's played and played
and played. He's had a ball. He's run up and down the scratch posts,
ambushed the dog, explored the bookshelves, killed several mousies,
and just generally acted like a young, confident curious kitten-cat.
Every time I touch him, he purrs, although he's still quite lary of
being handled. And when he'd had enough playtime, he put himself back
to bed in his pen!!

I can't get over the change in what was such a truly traumatised
feral, fearful boy. I can't even begin to explain the circumstances of
his background, but what I will say is that it wasn't the best, and
those of you who have dealt with inner city colonies under threat from
unscrupulous *******s know exactly what I mean.

It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

Huffy

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

wrote:
It's these pieces of hope that make me do what I do. Riley is a very
special little starfish.

We're so happy for Riley and so thankful you found him.

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