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The Wench was born in the spring of 2000 to a feral I had been feeding since the previous year, who I called Eartha Kitten. She was the shyest of the three kittens. While her brother and sister would come to the evening feedings by themselves, or in the company of other ferals, like Volya, she would come only with her mother, and only rarely then. After the sister, Koshka, was killed by a car in the street, and the brother was rescued (to be transmogrified into Boo),we began to see more of the mother and littlest daughter, until some point during the subsequent winter, after which Eartha hasn't been seen since. The kitten kept coming on her own, and by springtime was obviously pregnant. The Wench - posing
The Wench with family Plans to trap her before the birth of the kittens were derailed by circumstances, and I never saw any sign of that first litter. By early summer though she was pregnant again, and again it was not possible to rescue her before giving birth. I began to see the kittens around the neighborhood, made some attempts to capture some of them, and on October 7, 2001, managed to bag the entire family. Here they all are, in the holding cage in the garage.
The little white-faced kitten, also seen here, was given the working name Tequila. 'Working' names, of course, were just something to call them (more specific than 'That One,' or 'The Other One') until they were adopted out. Tequila (the only girl of the four) was adopted out, as was her brother Whiskey. Her other brothers, Saki and Vodka, for some reason turned out to be unadoptable, and bedevil our existence to this very day. The Wench and child
The Wench hiding The Wench was fixed, and then after a few weeks, by which time it was obvious that the kittens were weaned, was released back to the outside. It was a hard decision, but one dictated by the priority of socializing the kittens. The mother could not be socialized while she was mothering, and while she was protecting them, neither could the kittens. We continued to feed her, however, and early in September 2002 April finally persuaded me to put the trap back out and bring her in once again. This is pretty much how she spent the entire next 15 months. Hiding.
This was by far the longest socializing process I've experienced. Though she gradually came to hide less and less and recognized and came to expect that humans bring good things to eat, she would not willingly be touched or allow people to get closer than a few feet. Until about December 2003. Then the Stockholm Syndrome finally kicked in, and kicked in with a vengeance. She has been a total pest ever since. The Wench on desk
The Wench stares! This is my desk... and possibly one reason I don't get more accomplished. I mean, how is a person supposed to concentrate with that staring at you?
So, ever since The Wench has been a very affectionate cat. She doesn't like to be picked up or held, but she loves to be touched and petted. She's not a house cat though, but an office cat. She doesn't get along with some of the boy cats around the house, particularly her two sons (Saki and Vodka, in case you'd forgotten). One of them put this nice notch in her right ear, though neither will admit to it. The squared-off left ear is, I'm afraid, my doing. Rather, the vet's, but at my direction. 'Tipping' is a valuable tool when managing feral cats outside. It allows you (and other feeders/rescuers) to know that an animal has already been spayed or neutered. The Wench's ears
The Wench - Fiend! Living in my office aint all bad. There are some wonderfully kitty friendly places in a home office, the warm top of a 17" monitor probably being the most toasty. This one has this nice little lamp on top as well, which is great for the occasional face toast, something Vodka enjoys as well. A screen door closes the room from the rest of the house (yes, we have screen doors inside the house), which makes a great climbing toy. I'll have to get some pictures of that some time. Lately The Wench (or Missus, as April prefers) has been showing interest and willingness to explore out into the house when the door is open. The final deterrent is the animosity of the other cats, notably her two boys, but there are signs that that is finally subsiding. Perhaps some day...