Spook is a solid gray female very timid, but starting to adjust to us and starting to not run when she hears us. Approx 2 years old.
November I did a TNR to take to the vet and as sometimes happens, I caught 2
cats in one trap. I was trying to move the smaller cat to another cage when Spook a gray female escaped into the house. Okay, fine, the world has not come to an end. I could work with her and take her on the next trip to the vet. Famous
Spook turned out to be a very hard nut to crack. For days on end, I would only see brief sightings of her as she ran from one hiding spot to another. If I was lucky to wake up in the middle of the night, I would catch her eating.
Getting anywhere near her was impossible. Trapping her was a joke.
Okay, I would try a little longer, besides since winter was in full force and her coat was not up to the sub-zero temperatures, letting her back outside was not an
option. In fact getting her near a door to let her out was impossible.
Then came the horror of horror stories dealing with feral cats. One of them, and to this day I am not sure who it was, discovered how to lift the vent grate of the heating
vent. Over a couple of days, I was able to get all back out except Spook. Finally, I buttoned down all the vents except one that was in the bedroom. I then closed off that area and left the grate off making sure she had food, water, and a
litter pan. These she used as long as I was nowhere around.
I tried everything to get her out, I even asked people for ideas. Nothing worked.
Then the warm weather came and finally giving up on any other options, I opened the window
taking off the screen to let her out. Now, where she didn't want anything to do with people, the temperature at night was still too cold for her comfort and she still refused to leave her haven.
Then came the day she ventured into the great outdoors.
The food dish was not eaten, litter box not used and I was 99% sure she was no longer in the room.
This fact was confirmed later that day when I was calling the outside cats for dinner. Across the yard ran Spook. And she not only showed
up for dinner, she came closer to me than she had ever come before. She came within 6 inches. And she calmly looked up at me and started talking.
Now, this is the cat that I could not get near, she would even run if I looked in her direction.
This cat who wanted nothing to do with people. She was calmly talking to me. She was making moves of being friendly. I was torn between wanting to cry and wanting to scream.
Two days later, Spook let me pet her. I still don't
know what to make of her except....she got what she wanted. And now she is happy.