RSon phoned RMan last Sunday morning. He told him a story about a 3 - 4 year old animal at the apartment block where he lives in town, which had been left behind by his first owner.
How can anyone do that?
The new inhabitant of that apartment adopted the animal. But, he was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. They thought that the cancer had spread to his lungs because he was having difficulty breathing. It turn out he was allergic to it.
So it went to another occupant - who already had a one, and the two didn't get on. So the new owner made it sleep outside on the balcony / verandah at night. On a cushion on their patio chair in the freezing cold!!
Anyway, to get back to topic...
RSon wanted to know from RMan if we would take the animal.
Bloody hell, yes!
So RSon immediately hopped into his car and drove for 3 hours to bring her to us.
How can anyone be cruel to an defenseless, harmless animal?
So - introducing Snoopy...
|Snoopy on the couch with RMan - RMan|
was still taking it slow whilst Snoops got
to know us so minimal touches which she
flinched away from, and no sudden movements.
The poor traumatized thing hid under RSon's bed for 2 days!
We were very worried about her - nothing to eat, nothing to drink, no sandbox use even though I, concerned, put the food, water and box in the room with her...
Finally, on the third day she ventured out from under the bed - and room.
I brought everything downstairs to the kitchen again, and she has finally started eating, and drinking properly.
She is very skittish, and runs and hides at the slightest loud noise or sudden movement.
Yesterday our neighbour popped in for 10 minutes - and Snoopy disappeared. I thought that perhaps she had taken fright and run out through one of the open doors.
We searched high, we searched low, down on hands and knees, and up on tip toes. She was nowhere to be found.
I tried thinking like a cat - and checked in all the kitchen cupboard doors which had been open during the day.
|Believe it or not, Snoopy squeezes into the space|
behind the records - all you can see from the outside
is the tips of her two little ears sticking up
|The tiny footwell under my writing|
desk which I inherited from RMan's mom
I checked in the tiny footwell under the writing desk where my laptop is situated.
Damn. Where could she be.
Walking round outside, calling, psssss-ing and whistling (she comes to whistles?!?) and nothing.
Then I remembered that I had brought in the washing from the line.
Yup, she climbed in the bottom and RMan's cupboard and hid amongst his shirts.
Sigh. What a relief. She is safe.
She is s-l-o-w-l-y getting better, more friendly, and more exploratory.
It will just take time.
|Snoopy on the front patio -|
basking in the afternoon sun
Tomorrow she has been here for a week. This afternoon, in celebration, she ventured out onto our front patio.
She met the chickens. And the rooster.
And was very intrigued.
From a distance.
As soon as they came up the front steps to investigate her, she scarpered indoors again, and watched them through the window.
Ditto, the alpacas fascinate her - from the window sill lol
|Snoop has decided that my lap,|
covered in my comfy gown, is
an acceptable place to watch TV
with us in the evening
There is just so much to explore here at her forever home...