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Feral Cat Project

We recently and successfully relocated a 3-year-old feral cat to our backyard. We did not do this on a whim, either. She spent 3 months in confinement in two 4x8 kennel cages lashed together via tunnel in our backyard. We had her TNR'ed (trapped, fixed, checked out, etc.) after feeding her for a year in her previous location near a transit center, police station and railroad station. She was in very bad shape, emaciated and weak when we started feeding her and she is now up to normal weight and very healthy according to the vet. She won't let humans within 6' of her yet but she has relocated to our backyard and comes up to the door when feeding time arrives.

Anyone had success domesticating an adult feral cat? Our previous cat died a few years ago and it was time to get another one and this one sort of grew on us so we decided to trap her and attempt the relocation. We had help from a local group and invested quite a bit of time, money and patience in this project but she is doing very well so we are quite satisfied with the rescue operation. I suspect someday she will soften and gain trust in us but this could take years.
 
Eldo has an awesome cat.

Back in 1991, while walking home from work in the rain, I found this little kitten crying under a bush. I put her in my cap and brought her back to my apartment I had at the time.

Long story short, she was a pain in the ass because she was from a feral line of cats I found out later. But, I had her for 16 years. I'm not even a cat guy. Lol
 
I am so glad to come across this post. To answer your question if aynyone has had success domesticating a feral cat the answer is an emphatic yes! 3 years ago while living in a small condo, a feral cat showed up outside our house. She wanted nothing to do with us getting close to her - we couldn't get within 25 feet of her. But we knew she needed to be fed. So we left a bowl of food and water out for her in a location behind our bushes knowing she would feel safer than out in the open. We continued to feed her for many months and winter was closing in. We knew she became dependent on us so we built her a cat house and insulated it for the winter - and tons of blankets. You could tell she was appreciative but still couldn't get within 5 feet of her. She would only go into her house after we were at a safe distance.

Winter came and went and I began spending a lot of time in the driveway and garage detailing cars. I knew this is exactly what we both needed to gain trust. She would sit about 10 feet away and just watch me for hours and realized I wasn't there to hurt her. So that spring I began sitting outside on the steps with her bowl next to me. Slowly she approached the bowl to eat. I sat completely still but I talked to her in a soothing voice. I made no attempt to touch her. This went on for many weeks until finally while eating right next to me, I simply made 'incidental' contact with her - just brushing my arm against her slowly, and then returned my arm to my lap. We were gaining each other's trust....slowly, and that was the key.

As fall approached my wife and I had purchased a house 2 miles away. There was no doubt we were taking her with us - she depended on us for food and shelter, and we were falling for her. We purchased a trap and relocated her to the new property - and she was still an outdoor cat. As soon as we released her, she took off!! We thought we would never see her again and immediately blamed ourselves for relocating her. Should we have left her at the old place and ask the new owners to feed her? Wait, we couldn't - the new owners were not animals lovers at all so relocating her was our only choice.

Two long and sad days laters, I went outside at midnight and called her name - Brandy. Within a minute she came out from the neighbor's bushes!! You can't imagine how overwhelmed we felt - she was back! We of course left her food and a blanket on the front steps. She spent the next week sleeping there - but winter was coming. We wanted to do better for her so each night we slowly moved her food bowl one foot closer to the garage door until one night, the bowl was inside the garage and she was eating!! OK so now we had to get the garage door closed. Could we do it without spooking her? My wife engaged the door opener and the loud noise spooked her but just enough to elicit a sprint into the corner of the garage. The door closed and she was in the garage - safe and sound! We were overjoyed! That night we laid out a blanket and she slept like a princess - as did we knowing she was safe and warm.

The next morning we awoke to a little 'accident' on the garage floor. So I put out a litter box and fresh litter. Unfortunately she continued her little accidents on the floor when it hit me - maybe if I switch the litter out for mulch she might use it. After all that was all she knew. It worked! She was using the litter box!

Slowly I began mixing litter with the mulch and slowly reducing the amount of mulch. Within a week she was using a bonified litter box like a good,little girl! During the day my wife and I left her in the garage while we were at work. Returning home one night we opened the garage door and she ran out to greet us, and bunted on our legs endlessly. We couldn't believe it and slowly bent down with our hands extended. She smelled our hands and then rubbed her faced all over our hands! Could we now pet her we wondered? Slowly I placed my hand on her neck and gently petted her. Not only did she allow me to pet her but when I stopped, she came back for more! She was transformed! She completely trusted us!

That winter I installed a 220v garage heater and bought her a heated cat house. She was a happy little clam! We fed her 3 times a day and after work I would go lay in the garage with her and play with her. She won our hearts over and became the most affectionate cat ever! You could sense the appreciation she had for her newfound life.

She is now my detailing partner and follows me around the car I am working on for hours! I bend down to clean the wheels, she is RiGHT THERE bunting on my hand. She isn't afraid of the polisher or vacuum either. She has complete trust in my wife and I. We also installed an air conditioner in the garage for the summer - and she comes out after work to play each night. She is the love of our life!

So the advice I can offer is to be patient and allow the trust to grow slowly over time. Offer the cat food and shelter as we did and over time a bond will form, and you will feel so blessed!

Let me see if I can find some pics and post them....

BTW we have an indoor cat so we couldn't move Brandy inside but to be honest, she wouldn't be happy inside. She loves her garage home and the lawn and garden. She never leaves our property either and responds to commands too! She is simply amazing!

ScottH
 
I am so glad to come across this post. To answer your question if aynyone has had success domesticating a feral cat the answer is an emphatic yes! 3 years ago while living in a small condo, a feral cat showed up outside our house. She wanted nothing to do with us getting close to her - we couldn't get within 25 feet of her. But we knew she needed to be fed. So we left a bowl of food and water out for her in a location behind our bushes knowing she would feel safer than out in the open. We continued to feed her for many months and winter was closing in. We knew she became dependent on us so we built her a cat house and insulated it for the winter - and tons of blankets. You could tell she was appreciative but still couldn't get within 5 feet of her. She would only go into her house after we were at a safe distance.

Winter came and went and I began spending a lot of time in the driveway and garage detailing cars. I knew this is exactly what we both needed to gain trust. She would sit about 10 feet away and just watch me for hours and realized I wasn't there to hurt her. So that spring I began sitting outside on the steps with her bowl next to me. Slowly she approached the bowl to eat. I sat completely still but I talked to her in a soothing voice. I made no attempt to touch her. This went on for many weeks until finally while eating right next to me, I simply made 'incidental' contact with her - just brushing my arm against her slowly, and then returned my arm to my lap. We were gaining each other's trust....slowly, and that was the key.

As fall approached my wife and I had purchased a house 2 miles away. There was no doubt we were taking her with us - she depended on us for food and shelter, and we were falling for her. We purchased a trap and relocated her to the new property - and she was still an outdoor cat. As soon as we released her, she took off!! We thought we would never see her again and immediately blamed ourselves for relocating her. Should we have left her at the old place and ask the new owners to feed her? Wait, we couldn't - the new owners were not animals lovers at all so relocating her was our only choice.

Two long and sad days laters, I went outside at midnight and called her name - Brandy. Within a minute she came out from the neighbor's bushes!! You can't imagine how overwhelmed we felt - she was back! We of course left her food and a blanket on the front steps. She spent the next week sleeping there - but winter was coming. We wanted to do better for her so each night we slowly moved her food bowl one foot closer to the garage door until one night, the bowl was inside the garage and she was eating!! OK so now we had to get the garage door closed. Could we do it without spooking her? My wife engaged the door opener and the loud noise spooked her but just enough to elicit a sprint into the corner of the garage. The door closed and she was in the garage - safe and sound! We were overjoyed! That night we laid out a blanket and she slept like a princess - as did we knowing she was safe and warm.

The next morning we awoke to a little 'accident' on the garage floor. So I put out a litter box and fresh litter. Unfortunately she continued her little accidents on the floor when it hit me - maybe if I switch the litter out for mulch she might use it. After all that was all she knew. It worked! She was using the litter box!

Slowly I began mixing litter with the mulch and slowly reducing the amount of mulch. Within a week she was using a bonified litter box like a good,little girl! During the day my wife and I left her in the garage while we were at work. Returning home one night we opened the garage door and she ran out to greet us, and bunted on our legs endlessly. We couldn't believe it and slowly bent down with our hands extended. She smelled our hands and then rubbed her faced all over our hands! Could we now pet her we wondered? Slowly I placed my hand on her neck and gently petted her. Not only did she allow me to pet her but when I stopped, she came back for more! She was transformed! She completely trusted us!

That winter I installed a 220v garage heater and bought her a heated cat house. She was a happy little clam! We fed her 3 times a day and after work I would go lay in the garage with her and play with her. She won our hearts over and became the most affectionate cat ever! You could sense the appreciation she had for her newfound life.

She is now my detailing partner and follows me around the car I am working on for hours! I bend down to clean the wheels, she is RiGHT THERE bunting on my hand. She isn't afraid of the polisher or vacuum either. She has complete trust in my wife and I. We also installed an air conditioner in the garage for the summer - and she comes out after work to play each night. She is the love of our life!

So the advice I can offer is to be patient and allow the trust to grow slowly over time. Offer the cat food and shelter as we did and over time a bond will form, and you will feel so blessed!

Let me see if I can find some pics and post them....

BTW we have an indoor cat so we couldn't move Brandy inside but to be honest, she wouldn't be happy inside. She loves her garagenhome and the lawn and garden. She never leaves our property either and responds to commands too! She is simply amazing!

ScottH

Very cool post, Scott.

Like I said, I'm not a cat guy. But my love of animals took over that day I found that kitten.

I'd never trade those 16 years. She was quite the character.
 
Brandy (once outdoor and feral) is on the left and Cassie (indoor cat) on the right. This is a Christmas card the 'girls' made for their Mommy (grin)

ScottH
 
I like cats. In the early 90s I was a kid and a suburban street cat hung around my house while my friends and I played. I’m guessing she was 1 year old... full grown length wise but not thick and sturdy yet. We grew fond of her and I adopted her into our family. She had a growl like a bad muffler, and hated to be touched anywhere below the shoulders, but I think she knew we were kids and she tolerated us for the most part.

By the time she was about 10-11 years old she was snuggling with me after years of nieve child abuse I put her through. It was a fantastic investment taking her in. She had 2 kittens soon after we brought her in which were great and we kept them too. She lived to be 15 or 16 I think, before we had to put her down.

Rest In Peace, Mammy.
 
I like cats. In the early 90s I was a kid and a suburban street cat hung around my house while my friends and I played. I’m guessing she was 1 year old... full grown length wise but not thick and sturdy yet. We grew fond of her and I adopted her into our family. She had a growl like a bad muffler, and hated to be touched anywhere below the shoulders, but I think she knew we were kids and she tolerated us for the most part.

By the time she was about 10-11 years old she was snuggling with me after years of nieve child abuse I put her through. It was a fantastic investment taking her in. She had 2 kittens soon after we brought her in which were great and we kept them too. She lived to be 15 or 16 I think, before we had to put her down.

Rest In Peace, Mammy.

Nice post. And, I wouldn't characterize your actions as "abuse".

Anything a cat doesn't like (Which changes daily), they growl about. Lol
 
These are all totally cool responses. Thank you.

As men, we tend to shy away from cats because they are somehow not masculine or macho. A friend of mine told me, "Well, they kinda grow on you after awhile and you do get attached to them." My view is they are like that girl who would never pay attention to you, never go out with you as hard as you tried and then somehow she gives in and hooks you. Cats are like that. They act aloof and disinterested and something in the male instinct makes us want their attention.

We are at the beginning of our journey and it has already been very enjoyable to just be able to relocate her to a safer place.
 
With a wire close-behind trap with a can of tuna inside. And boy, do they go ape $hit when it closes behind!

I'm not sure why my imagination couldn't conjure that one up...the only thing I could picture was a cardboard box held up with a stick (like in a cartoon) and an issue of Cat Fancy inside. Thanks.
 
We have a dozen ferals hanging around my wifes dog grooming shop.. It started with one. Just one. Ha! Now they have been trapped by the great huntress my wife has become. 12 of them. All have been fixed, blood tested, rabies shots, dewormed, tattooed and ears tipped. And, they love her ang follow her everywhere she goes. I need to post some pictures of this zoo. its quite an eyeopener. All but 2 are tam
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Tisha (2001 - 2018) you will be missed.

She was our family cat, big fat black with green eyes.
 
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Bigtime cat lover. Buz & Mo.

Mo was found living in a dumpster by animal control. He had a gaping wound on his leg & they were going to euthanize him. He was sponsored by a rescue & had to be isolated for months due to rabies concerns. He’s a great cat

Below - my bedroom after Hurricane Mo passed through last night. Was talking to my girl & CRASH.

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I'd not call myself a cat lover, but I don't dislike them either. A couple of years ago, my older daughter wanted to adopt a kitten from a local shelter....enter Oreo the cat. My wife is highly allergic, so the cat sleeps in the garage and hangs outside the rest of the time. I live in a rural area, and her main job was to control mice, which she does very well. She also controls moles, voles, crickets, the occasional snake and whatever else wanders into the yard. She is more like a dog than most dogs......walks beside me to get the mail, follows me around the yard whenever I'm out there, even lays under whatever car I'm working on.

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I haven't remediated a feral cat, but in 2014 I took in a stray who was partway domesticated. He was maybe eight or nine months old. He was small, he didn't look stunted, but there was something different about the look on his face. To this day I believe that his mind never developed completely and so he was in a perpetual "kitten phase." It caused him to have an amazing personality!

It's a long story, but we eventually got him to be comfortable around us. He was scared of me more than anyone else for a long time, at least a year, but he eventually warmed up and became very comfortable.

I had two beautiful cats - Luke and Gandalf. Luke was a big Wild Abyssinian and the little stray named Gandalf, as best as we could tell, was a standard short haired tabby cat. They were both members of the family, but Luke held a very special place in my heart. He sometimes acted like a teenage boy and other times he acted like an 80-year-old man. I miss both of them and think about both them often.

In April I adopted a nice medium haired grey tabby. I named him Dio, after my favorite singer. He can't replace Luke, but he's still great.

We adopted Luke in mid 2011 when he was nine months old. Gandalf came in to the picture in maybe late 2014 and he was eight or nine months. I adopted Dio in April of 2018 and he was four years and one month old at the time.

I've been a "cat guy" my whole life!

The top one is Luke and the bottom is little Gandalf. The picture is from around 2016.
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This is Dio a few months ago.
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I'd not call myself a cat lover, but I don't dislike them either. A couple of years ago, my older daughter wanted to adopt a kitten from a local shelter....enter Oreo the cat. My wife is highly allergic, so the cat sleeps in the garage and hangs outside the rest of the time. I live in a rural area, and her main job was to control mice, which she does very well. She also controls moles, voles, crickets, the occasional snake and whatever else wanders into the yard. She is more like a dog than most dogs......walks beside me to get the mail, follows me around the yard whenever I'm out there, even lays under whatever car I'm working on.

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The feral we adopted is also a "tuxedo" cat.

She is "ugly" in a cute way, one eye is slightly lazy, probably due to a fight when she was wild but she is adapting well to her new territory.

The major concern we have is that she is not ready to take to the vet for a full end-to-end checkup. She had a cursory check-up when she was TNR'ed and deemed healthy. When and if she trusts us we plan to take her to the vet and get her totally checked out. At that point we can relax.
 
Big time cat lover here. My last cat was a stray kitten I found in my bar in Honduras. The poor thing was in bad shape and didn’t even have any hair on its tail. I nursed it back to health and when I moved back to the U.S. of course I flew her back with me. She lived with me for 15 years before she developed a tumor and had to be put to sleep. One of the worst days of my life. Still brings tears to my eyes.
 
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