Old Geoge the outdoor cat

[catmandu57]

We inheirited him when we bought the house, he would loudly announce himself at two in the morning beneath our bedroom windows. He's old and worn, but fiercely independent, he'll take the food we put out for him, but won't come to us.
He's a long haired mostly yellow with a splash of white accross his face, has a bad bad case of earmites, but we can't get ahold of him to medicate. I don't think I'd want to try anyway, he'd probably tear me a new one.
When Sam was gone, Marshmallow woman took better care of him, she asked me do you care if I call him george? I thought why would you insult the poor old thing like that?, but old george it is.

[mr_hat]

1. Old George is probably great-great-grandfather to scores. >

If nobody can get to his ears, doubt anybody got to his nether orbs.

[spinbaby]

2. You have to trap them

We have a black & white stray we named Tennessee. We had to trap him to get hold of him and take him for the spa treatment at the vet's. The poor cat must have thought it was a space-alien abduction. He still lives outside but comes by regularly for meals and is beginning to let us pet him--okay, so sometimes I get slashed when I pet him, but he's beginning to come around. In any case, we feel better he's been fixed, wormed, defleaed, and had his shots even though he'll probably never be a "real" pet.

[mr_hat]

3. Good for you! [nt]

[Throckmorton]

4. Reminds me of our cat "Eve",

Just showed up one day, we trapped her, had her spayed, and got her shots. She just flat refused to come inside and would sleep on a heating pad in the window of the tool shed. If you were outside, she would follow you around like a dog, and loved to jump up on the picnic table for a brisk pet. Just don't try and bring her in.

One winter night, we had a power failure, and it was 0 degrees out. So I wnt out to the shed and brought her in. She stayed right by the door, and the next morning was out like a shot. We never saw her again, and I always felt we had broken the deal, I stay out, I'll stay around.

[Hong Kong Cavalier]

5. Calling a cat "George" isn't an insult (Event though it's *'s name)

Our best cat was named George. Simply grey all over, with an independence streak that was only marred by his desperante need for affection. George was, in my opinion, the perfect cat. He had all his claws, but rarely clawed the furniture. He didn't need a litterbox: he went outside, under the bushes, and buried his own waste. He actually came to you when you called for him, and loved laps.
No, George isn't a bad name. * just made it that way.
(Our George died in 1990, at 18 years old. Very healthy cat.)

[Mz Pip]

6. Try to trap him

Your local humane society probably can lend you a trap. THen don't feed him for a couple of days. Put a piece of cardboard in the bottom of the trap and smear some catfood along it, leading to a bowl in the back of the trap. If he's never been trapped before hunger will probably win out over fear.

Then bring him inside and cover the cage. He'll calm down if the cage is covered. Don't leave him outside because he will not be able to keep warm in the trap and will die.

THe vet can sedate him, clean up the mites and neuter him all at the same time.

One of our local outdoor feral cats had a terrible case of mites that had spread all over his head. He was miserable. We trapped him and the vet did a terrific job. He's just fine now.

MzPip
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[DS1]

7. There's a cat across the street from me called George. He is 27 lbs

Fattest cat ever.