Beck and the bad, bad, bad Barn cat

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Okay, @cat , as it’s known, had a run in with a 'we’re not sure what, and was limping this morning.
Mr.Wrekker decides he’s gotta catch @cat. Vet visit is needed.
Oh, no.
Me, being ever interested in excitement, decided I’d go watch.
But, Nooooooo! Mr.Wrekker needed help. He was having little success. I yelled :strike that:, told him in a reasonable tone, to Stop!
I went in the house and got my ‘goodist, most bestist, homemade liver’ cat treats.

Worked like a magnet. @Cat came right to me.
Mr.Wrekker was ready with a burlap bag and gloves on.
I gently picked up @Cat
And he proceeded to take it away from me with burlap bag.
Before I could stop him.
Oh, my!

You ever see Road runner cartoons. That cats legs were invisible as she flew the coop. Literally. Flew through the air and landed in the chicken coop!
My hens will lay purple eggs for a day or two. The ‘hobo’ chickens nearly had heart failure. A couple just laid down on their side on the ground. I didn’t have time to check for pulses. Mr.Wrekker was chasing the injured barn cat. I had to follow. @cat went up into the play gym fort.
I got there. Now, I’m kinda limping too. My poor toe.
(Yes ~VOW I had shoes on) Big W stepped on my foot. I digress…

Anywhoo, up in the fort was a hissing, spitting creature from hell. I had one more treat in my pocket. I was reaching in to see if @cat would take it from my hand. Nope. Big Nope. I threw it in towards the beast.

She was having none of it. In fact she horked up the previous treat she ate. Yuck! Where’s Betsy Beagle when I need her.

I climbed down.
We needed a rethink.

I wished I had a tranquilizer dart. Oh, wait. I have cat calming pills from the Vet for the Siamese.
I implore BigW to just walk away and watch where the @cat goes while I fix up a pill in a treat. She’s gotta be starving, she’s lost her breakfast and treats.

I’m feeling invincible. I can do this. @cat would be going to the Vet shortly.
I get the pill encased in a nice size treat, grab a cat carrier.
Here we go. Cat rodeo, part 2.

We’ve attracted an audience. Everyone is on the deck. Some one popped popcorn.

I opened the carrier and sat it upright. Door on top.
I climbed up and looked at @cat, tried the blinkie eye thing.
Nope.
I see she’s not eaten the treat I threw. Cat puke to her side.
So I put my hand out with the treat and crushed pill. OMG, she took it and ate it.
I climbed down.
I told Big W, we’ll wait 5 minutes.
In 3 min. I heard a weird meow from the fort. Uh oh.
I climbed up to peek.
Ever see those cartoons portraying a drunken character. They have Xs for eyes and wobbly lines around their head.
@cat was stoned out of her gourd. Groovey!
(BTW, we say ‘she’ but we really don’t know her sex, never any kittens, who knows?)

I put on the gloves. I told Big W be ready with the carrier.
I want this one and done. No more crazy cat rodeos. I like keeping my eyes and not having 35 scratches.
So I prepare my advance. Dang it, it’s a tight space. And, cat puke, yeah. Don’t wanna touch that!

One grab, one flop, one turn, 2 steps down, And @cat is in the box.
Holy crap! that was smooth.

I got wild applause from the peanut gallery on the deck.
I took a bow and curtsy.

I sent BigW and drunken @cat to the Vet. I told him to get the deluxe package: shots, spaying, fix boo-boo, and teeth cleaning.

Don’t want an encore performance any time soon.

Now to check-on my hobo chickend

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To your long and varied resumé, we now add Cat Wrassler. Well done! I must ask: what are hobo chickens? Do they ride into town in boxcars and arrive at the coop with bindles over their…well, chickens don’t really have shoulders, do they? Do they bawk and cluck or sing “King of the Road”?

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Hobo chickens are guinie fowl, (msp).
Someone dropped 6 of them at our gate. They kept trying to roost on the gate and buzzing the alarm. I went down with a bucket of chicken feed and they followed me to the coop. I dubbed them the Hobos.
Lazy, out of work(no eggs) ready to escape at any moment. Always first to the feeders.

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Beck, Mr.Wrekker will make sure to tell the vet. what you gave the cat, right? Especially if they’re going to anaesthetize it; but in any case to explain the state it’s in!

Giving medications to a cat (or anything, but possibly especially cats who are Weird) of unknown health status is actually kind of a risky thing to do.

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Yes. He told them. I took the risk because she was pretty badly injured. I couldn’t let her go untreated. I just couldn’t.
I’ve used it this stuff before. @cat weighs more than the Siamese so I knew it wouldn’t be too much meds.

She’s had surgery and her leg treated. And a bunch of shots.
She is a she, btw.

Mr.Wrekker will pick her up tomorrow.

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Beck, the good thing about Guineafowls, other than they make an excellent alarm, is they have quite the appetite for bugs and things you don’t want around.

Alas, they are not big enough to take on feral hogs. :grin:

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They wake up bright and early. Noisy is their name.
Luckily the coop is behind the barn. I never hear them til I go out to walk the dogs. I put them out. Feed the hens and tell the Hobos to find their own breakfast.
If a leaf floats by they get alarmed.

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Guinea fowl are, quite simply, the stupidest birds on the planet. I had a friend who had several. One in particular spent all day pecking at his reflection on the shiny hubcaps of the husband’s truck. All. Day.

My former neighbors also had several. They would come over on to my place and hunt for bugs and whatnot in my small orchard. Great, glad to have 'em. One Fall evening, I’m pulling into the driveway and the headlights briefly sweep across the orchard. If the birds had stayed quiet, I’d never known they were there. But instead they start cackling and carrying on like a bunch of gossipy old women. Good thing I wasn’t a predator because they had just announced their presence in spades. Stupidest birds in all creation.

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Yep. I play the same shake the feed bucket trick on them every morning. If I left them the pen they eat all the feed and torment my hens.

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That cat is luckier than she knows. You did good. (Of course you did good, you’re Beck.)

You’ll probably have to confine her for a couple of days? Lots of treats will be involved, I bet.

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We got a text from the Vets office. The night person said she just gave her her night drugs and she was doing fine.
I like this Vets office does that.
I wasn’t too concerned, but Mr.Wrekker was. He likes his @cat .

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I’m so glad I have my no-problem Vienna. She even likes going into the carrier.

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Vienna is the perfect cat. I tell the Siamese about her all the time, hoping they’ll get a clue…
Hasn’t worked yet.

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@Beckdawrek, they say herding cats is impossible, but you apparently didn’t get the memo :grin:

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Beck the Cat Whisperer. :smiley:

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Mr.Wrekker got the dog training crate set up in his office in the barn. She’s familiar with that place it’s her winter quarters. (She has a kitty door and it’s heated)
I think he’ll have to keep her confined for a few days. Or least as long as she’s painful in her back legs. And needs meds.
She’s not likely to be my friend after this.
Not that she ever really was.
I occasionally brought her out kitty pate’ the Siamese refused and got a ragged purr or two.