Sheeba came to our shop in the late fall of 2009. She was very skittish and would eat food I put out for her and run the minute she saw me. I watched her for a few days and noticed her belly was big and round. Oh No! Then, I didn't see her for days. I knew she was having kittens and I should have trapped her when I had the chance!
When she did come back, she was skinny and very hungry. I set my trap and couldn't catch her. She was very smart, wouldn't go in that trap. Then, a few weeks later, she comes with kittens. I saw 3, then
4, then 5 and a sixth one. They were very wild. Sheeba would sit out back and watch the kittens play. She brought them to the food. When she started weening them at only 5 weeks old, I started trapping
them. It took me about 4 days to trap them. But, only got 5 of them, never could get the 6th one. That was so upsetting. He was too frightened to get in the trap.
After I caught the 5, then Sheeba got in the trap, just like she knew that it was time for her to get spayed. I truly believe that she knew I was helping her babies and I was going to help her. Took them all to The Cat Dr. and got them spayed and neutered. There were 2 girls and 3 boys. The 2 girls were adopted by my friend Lory who works at The Cat Dr. and the 3 boys were adopted by 3 different
clients of The Cat Dr. Sheeba was still very wild, so after she was spayed, I had her ear tipped and released her at the shop, where I could continue to feed and water her.
(In the world of trapping feral cats, it is well known that the ear is tipped so that if they get in a trap again, we know at a glance of the ear, that the cat has already been fixed and we can release them and reset the trap.) I was hoping she would go find the last kitten and bring it to the shop. But, she never brought it.
A couple weeks later, Sheeba started coming around. We put a cat house with a pet bed warmer in it, underneath the roof out back of the shop and one morning, there she was inside of it with her little face peering out. We couldn't get too close though because she would run. It took weeks before I could reach in with a bowl of canned cat food with out her running. Then, I would pet her a little bit. Once
she was outside of the house, there was no petting her. She was too scared. It took several more weeks and finally I could pet her a little.
One Sunday I was at the shop catching up on some paper work and saw her at the back door looking in. I talked to her and I'm sure she understood every word I said. She came in the shop and spent a couple hours investigating every inch of it. She would come by my desk and meow and I would reach down and pet her as she went by. Every day after that she would come in, but was afraid of everybody
and everything. Any noise scared her and customers coming in scared her too. She would jump and scatter.
It took months but, in time she realized how lucky she is and calmed down and now enjoys the customers. She runs to them to be petted. She has a bed in the shop and does not leave the property now. There have been customers of ours who wanted to adopt Sheeba, but she is meant to be here, we love her. Sheeba is a very special shop cat and she and Shady have learned to live together without fighting. They are the perfect shop cats.