![]() Our first night at home was terrifying – Garfield was completely disoriented: he wanted out. I rushed him to our vet where he was operated on to suture the tear and check for pellets. He had a massive injury caused by a devil’s fork security fence. We set a trap, and thank goodness he entered it. For two days, Daleen (my previous feeding partner) and I searched high and low and then he appeared. When I received a report that kids had been seen shooting at him with a BB gun, my heart stopped! I rushed over but couldn’t find him. I visited him every day at the now one-cat colony. ![]() Nicci Prokopos, Garfield’s owner, shares…Īfter Juliet’s passing, Garfield was truly lost. My name is Garfield, aka Golden Boy (as my mom calls me), and this is a new chapter in my life story. ![]() I have love and I sleep next to my mom on a bed. I’m still adjusting to this new life, but I have a home. I call when I arrive and my mom is always so happy to see me. It’s been over a month now, and even though I still go visit my old environment during the day (which stresses out my mom), I know where home is. I’ve been through a lot, but now I have a home and a new mom and a new brother and sisters (all “fluffies” like me). I love my human so much, even if she speaks to me in a weird voice these humans can be strange. That was a good move, because my human took me back with her – I was glad to be home, if that was what it was. That’s when I heard the lady say, “Nicci, he isn’t feral at all, and it’s clear you have a bond.” She then asked, “Garfield will jy by my bly?” I went straight into the carrier and stayed there. Quickly, I ran to my human and rubbed against her. The kind lady was very nice, but I panicked once again: what was happening, why was I here? We arrived at our destination, I was introduced and let out. I didn’t make a sound while we were travelling, but I could hear my human’s heartbeat it was strange. Then the day came for me to leave, and I entered the carrier without resistance. My bond with my human started to grow, and I looked forward to seeing her every day as she’d sit and hold me on her lap and talk to me. They said a kind lady was preparing a place for me and my human would take me to her in a few days. My human came and sat with me a few times a day, stroking and comforting me. The first two days (although I had shelter, food, water and a soft bed) I completely freaked, tearing the curtains and almost my stitches. This time when I awoke it was different – I was in a small room and my human was there. I was hurting, but my human spoke to me so gently that I decided to finally give in… and then came the deep sleep. I was injured and my human came looking for me again with that contraption! What for this time? It had already taken my jewels and my BFF, Juliet. It was decided to find a place of safety for me because they suspected that I’d been shot with a BB gun and my environment was no longer safe. They said she was ill with cancer, and they wept. Then, one day they took Juliet and never brought her back. Memories of a time long gone flooded my emotions, and I began to purr. But I still saw the short human almost every day, and one day I allowed her to touch me. I started seeing less of the one human they said she found a new home. The nice humans shared our sadness and continued feeding us, even serving us delicious chicken. That contraption!Īt some point, we lost Romeo and Mistress. When we woke, our mating urges were gone – Romeo and I had lost our jewels. One day, they came with contraptions, and once inside, we were placed in a deep sleep. The two humans who started feeding us named us Romeo, Juliet, Mistress and Garfield. Over time I became part of a feral colony. If only they knew how we suffer, perhaps our circumstances would be different, and we’d be cared for. I’ve heard these creatures called “people” make statements like “they’re just animals, they’ll be fine”. I was too young to remember, but I can’t forget the fear of all of a sudden having to fend for myself – facing hunger and the harsh elements with no shelter. Once, a long time ago, I had what I thought was a family. They called me “feral”, but that’s not true. My name is Garfield, aka Golden Boy, and this is my story. Narrated by Nicci Prokopos – Harties Feral Cat Rescue Volunteer
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