I think you may have an infection started!

I love the last photo, BTW.

Thank you.

Me, too. She is a cutie.

She began life as Miranda, but she started growing on us, so we gave her an ugly name so she wouldn't be so cute and we could let her go. Didn't work.

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Not suggesting killing it - take it to a shelter.

There are crazy animals out there, just like there are crazy humans (no shit!)

Time to make the break methinks, before your pet does you serious harm.

Would you put up with that treatment from a man?

Think that would be a big NO WAY!

Take care of yourself first.

CC

I can see a family playing with her through the bars, and her being all sweet, then thwacking someone through the bars. She is unadoptable. She will stay with us.

But thanks for the concern.

if she's in the mood. Somehow, she fits into the household and we'd miss her if she wasn't here.

Must be from her injury. Besides the broken leg, she'd been hurt badly on her chest and tummy. She was one sad kitty for a while.

I must've gotten too close to her side when she thwacked. Tsk tsk.

A lot of our cats really are not that into being pet. I watch their tails closely when I do pet them and I try to only pet them slightly around the side of the neck or pet them directly on top of the head.

Sounds like Ratface got off a lucky shot that time. The hard part is not pulling away when they do that, nasty design those claws!

Reminds me of when we used to keep Rats for pets. You never put your finger in the cage, they think it's food but my ex would keep doing it and many times ended up getting bit.

We also have a rather large Hermit crab and my ex has been pinched a few times by him.

Of course he's the one that now trims the cats nails and has to deal with catching StinkerButt and her feral ways. I'm a chicken.

It's good that you bled a lot that helps clean out the wound.

I consider Rat Face partly feral. We have one who is completely feral, Skittles (yes, named after the DUer who will KICK YOUR ASS! because she kicked mine when she was five weeks old). I have been able to catch her once, and that was to get her spayed. But only after she'd slipped out and come back in smoking a cigarette and singing "Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found thee." Rat Face is one of her kittens.

I forgot where I was going with this . . .

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When StinkerButt's mom was having kittens under our stairwell we would catch them as they got old enough in a trap and then keep them in our large size rat cage until they were tame enough to start to handle.

All the kittens would attack and hiss and carry on at first.
If they purred when they were held they were then allowed to wonder around the house.

It worked really well. We caught the mamacat in the trap once, but then found that she had kittens under the stairwell and I let her go. I eventually befriended her and was able to coax her into the house and she loves it here.

StinkerButt was different. I don't remember this but I have pictures. She, like her siblings, was tame but at some point she changed. Now she scurries from room to room from hiding place to hiding place with wild crazy eyes. I don't know what made her change. I don't think it was from being spayed but who knows.

She has a brother Lucius whom she adores which annoys him at times.

StinkerButt as a kitten she doesn't have the crazy feral eyes, with Jake her brother
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This shows the rat cage we held them in for a short period of time.
Lucius and Titus
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Another Jake and StinkerButt
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I love StinkerButt's coloring.

If she is sitting quietly on the couch and I approach cautiously, slowly, Skittles allows me to pet her, scritch her head and behind her ears, occasionally under her chin, and pat her butt. But she only allows it for so long, then shrinks away and sits back down. She'll also go into the kitchen when Mrs. V. makes a sandwich for lunch -- because Mrs. V. is a pushover and always gives Skittles a bit of ham or some cheese.

StinkerButt will let me pet her if I am on the toilet. tmi? Once in a while if her brother is around me she will come near. StinkerButt can not be bought off with treats....lol.

She is the only cat I was allowed to name and after that I was not allowed that privilege anymore. My ex hates that name.

Funny story with her two brothers Titus and Lucius. They are the two in the rat cage picture. When we first caught them we closed them in the bathroom until we could get the cage ready.

I went in there to check on them and they were no where to be found. I looked under the free standing tub and was horrified to find that they had found a loose tile that the plumber had left when he had replaced the pipes.

The cats were UNDER THE FLOOR!

OMG! We panicked. We could hear them crying. What to do? What to do? I pulled up another tile on the bathroom floor and removed the board below it.

It didn't seem like it connected in any way. I didn't know anything about the flooring in this 100+ year old house. I went into the kitchen and found that under the sink was the other side to where the kittens escaped to. I pulled up a few tiles there.

We put out some food in the kitchen hoping they could find their way out.

I could hear a kitten crying under the floor in a room far away from where they entered. How on earth where we going to get them out?

The next day one of the kittens appeared, he had found the food. He made his way into the living room and we had to try to catch him before he ran back to the hole in the floor. We cornered him behind a chair he screamed in that hideous way that only kittens can scream.
He got away and ran for the kitchen with both of us following. He was just about to go down the hole when I grabbed the only thing I could...his tail. My ex got a hold of him and Lucius bit him good but he was caught!

This left one lonely cat under the floor in the far side of the house. How the hell were we going to get him. I could hear him crying and all I could think of was this cat dying under the floor.

The next day I tried to see if I could pry up a board in the room where the kitten was. That was going to be next to impossible and costly. We were storing junk in that room. I started to listen to hear exactly where the noise was coming from under the floor.

I had to move some stuff away and saw a flash! OMG! It's the kitten. He's not under the floor like we thought. I went to get my ex so we could catch him. The kitten had crawled into the A/C unit which was separate from the metal box that goes into the window. I don't remember how but we got him out.

We never had as much trouble with kittens that we caught after that.

What a nightmare!! What a tale!! You are quite the cat wrangler.

I have a gash on my arm from Kamere's psycho attack 2 days ago.

so we wouldn't want to keep her. What a stupid plan.

Oh, no! Did it require medical attention?

Where are your pallas cats?

Someone must have pulled the link. No treatment necessary from the gash.

Still, I love Ratface's name. It's totally AWESOME!

she is so gorgeous to look at

Hope it is not infected ...

I'm highly allergic to cats. Not to the point of requiring an epi pen but I get REALLY miserable around them. I wonder, if one opened a vain on me like that, what would happen?

You remembered that picture of Rat Face from 3 years ago, and so did Rat Face. I think Rat Face was simply paying you back because clearly you were at fault for her injuries that landed her in the Cone of Shame. I cite as evidence the fact that you are her human, thus, it's your fault. Seems pretty cut and dried. You should feel lucky that Rat Face didn't bite off the finger.