Ratty Tabby: Slice of Life #sol21 13/31

We never meant for Ratty Tabby to be named Ratty Tabby, but somehow the name stuck. She showed up in August, skin and bones, eyes glassy and sunken, barely able to walk. We called her Ratty Tabby to distinguish her from the other tabbies who showed up on our porch.

“The ratty-looking tabby is out there again,” and we’d go to the window to peek at her.

If she saw us looking, she’d be gone. Not in a flash like the other feral cats, because of whatever injury made it hard for her to walk, hard for her to sit. But painfully, slowly, she’d make her way down the stairs and out of sight.

Tabby was clever. She kept to herself but watched other cats and did what they did to survive. They led her to our front porch, where there was always a dish of cat food waiting. They led her to a comfy porch chair down the street. It was Minka’s chair first, then when Minka moved into a chair in our backyard, Tabby commandeered Minka’s chair and spent hours there, watching the neighborhood and resting. When Minka moved into our house, Tabby took over the chair in our backyard. When winter hit and she needed more shelter, she moved into our garage onto a heat pad where she spent many happy hours. Food, water, bathroom, and heat pad all within a few feet of each other so she never had to venture far on her wobbly back legs.

Slowly she began to put on weight. Her winter coat filled out. One day, I realized with a start that this rattiest of cats was actually beautiful.

For many months, she hid when I came outside to feed her. I would whisper sweet nothings while she hid behind a box in our garage, waiting for me to leave so she could breakfast. But then, we began to build rapport. She sat at a distance instead of hiding when I came out to feed her. Eventually, she could sit next to the bowl as I filled it. One day in early February, I reached out a hand to tentatively touch her back while she ate. Her coat was so soft! But she didn’t like that one bit. She recoiled and glared at me with suspicion. There was hiding the next couple of days when I brought her breakfast.

I had a hunch about a new way of taming. I knelt down several feet away from her and stroked the air like I was stroking her cheek. I was fully aware of how ridiculous I looked but decided to commit to the experiment for a couple of weeks, just to see what happened.

And it worked. After a week of air petting, she simply stepped into a real pet. There I was, stroking her actual cheek. From there, Ratty tumbled headlong into taming. The next day, a chin scratch. The day after, a swirl and leg rub. Then, her first purr. Finally, full body petting–cheeks, head, chin, down the spine. All in the span of about four days.

One thing we noticed about Ratty: if another cat got into her space, she would simply abandon it. One morning, another cat was in her chair. She abandoned it for a box, even though the other cat never got in the chair again. Then another cat got too close to her box, and she abandoned the garage for the front porch where there was no shelter. During a stretch of twelve-degree nights, I was afraid she was going to freeze to death, so I lured her into the basement.

It was going to be just for a couple of nights, but the cold stretch continued and she was no trouble at all. Used her litter box like a pro, napped in her nest, loved visits and petting time.

Once inside, we could interact much more and we made two discoveries.

First: Ratty Tabby has the loudest, hoarsest, most grating, most horrible meow AND she’s a talker. Now her nonstop swirls were accompanied by the most awful meow I’ve ever heard.

Second, more horrifying discovery: Tabby was declawed! No wonder she was skin and bones when she showed up at our door! She couldn’t hunt to feed herself!

Of course she couldn’t go back outside, so we began the work of finding a good placement for her. A wonderful shelter that was full managed to find room when they found out she was declawed. We went to visit the shelter yesterday and received the most welcome update. The volunteers remembered Chatty Cathy, as she was renamed, very fondly. “A lot of people were interested in her but they were put off by her meow.” I bet they were! But she was adopted a couple of weeks ago by a family that fell in love with her personality and incessant meow! They had just called the day before to update the shelter about her progress. They adore her! She is already a lap cat!

I am so deeply happy imagining Tabby’s new life: a family who loves the awful sound she makes and provides all the lap time she could ever want.

And I’m already plotting which outdoor cat I will try to rescue next.







28 responses to “Ratty Tabby: Slice of Life #sol21 13/31”

  1. Suzanne Avatar

    This is a beautiful story. Straight out of a fairy tale! I love how you set out to do your part, one stray at a time, to make this world a safer place. And I love Ratty Tabby’s name.

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      One stray and one feral at a time! That might be my new motto! Thanks for reading!

  2. TammyB Avatar

    I miss my kitties. Thank you for sharing yours. Funny how names stick!!!

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      It is! Poor Ratty! This is also how I once ended up with a dog named Puppy and a cat named Kitty. You start off with a temporary placeholder that then just becomes the name!

  3. Completely Full Bookshelf Avatar
    Completely Full Bookshelf

    This is the sweetest story! I’m glad Ratty Tabby found a loving home, with your help. Thanks for the wonderful post!

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      Thanks for reading! I was so happy to learn the next part of her story yesterday.

  4. livinglife816287820 Avatar

    Thank goodness she finally found a home, how awful that someone declawed her and that she was born with an awful miaow! So glad you helped her back to health and happiness.

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      I know! That poor cat! I was so shocked when I realized what was wrong with her feet and felt terrible that I hadn’t known before and hadn’t gotten her inside sooner.

  5. glenda funk Avatar

    What a beautiful story. It reads like a metaphor of how humans need nurturing first before they can trust. It makes me sad to know Chatty Ratty Cathy Tabby was declawed. That is so cruel.

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      It’s so horrifying! I didn’t understand what was wrong with her feet at first because I’d never seen a declawed cat. It’s really upsetting. And I felt TERRIBLE for not realizing sooner that she was declawed and getting her inside. I mean, I likely wouldn’t have been able to because she was not at all trusting. I got her inside within a week of when she allowed petting and would come for treats. But still. What a terrible situation for a cat. Outside, entirely helpless to defend herself or feed herself.

  6. Juliana Ellington Avatar
    Juliana Ellington

    Reading Ratty Tabby’s story gave me chill bumps. This really is a fairy tale in real life. I’m so so glad that y’all were able to save her. I don’t think she would have survived that cold spell we had.

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      Not considering that she wouldn’t budge from her porch chair!!

  7. arjeha Avatar

    What a happy ending for all involved. I like the way you slowly built trust and won her confidence. I can’t imagine ever declawing a cat. I will put up with a scratch here and there.

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      I just feel like an occasional scratch (and shredded furniture) is part of the territory when you have cats. They come with claws. If you don’t like that part, maybe get a different kind of pet? Declawing is so cruel. Now I can turn my attention to another needy cat! There are several outdoors to choose from.

  8. ari Avatar

    I’m so glad she’s found a loving home! I can’t believe there’s people out there cruel enough to declaw a cat and leave them outside. She’s lucky she found your house.

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      I am so glad she found us! It’s wonderful that she has a loving home now and gets to spend the rest of her life as a beloved and yowly lap cat!

  9. carwilc Avatar

    I love this story of a life transformed. I will admit, though, I was really expecting you to say that you had kept her, and that she was now a member of your family! So glad she is in a place where she is safe and warm!

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      If we didn’t already have so many…. she was not very fond of other cats outdoors, though that may have been as a way to protect herself since she couldn’t defend herself in a fight. I think she must be so very happy now!

  10. Amanda Potts Avatar

    Of course you are still rescuing cats. I should never have doubted. And Tabby sounds like she has a great personality (if an awful voice). I wish no one would declaw cats but I really happy that she found you – and then her new family!

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      Detroit has large populations of feral and community cats. I put food out for the neighborhood cats before I even unpacked my suitcase!! We have a little colony we feed and care for. It’s the best! Though also hard because community cats don’t always have an easy time of it.

  11. karpenglish Avatar

    You are a terrific cat rescuer, and I am glad that foray to life in the city has not stopped you! Ratty Tabby was very, very lucky to follow the other ferals into your world. I am appalled that someone would abandon a declawed to live outside on her own!

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      I know! Poor Ratty! Detroit has vastly expanded my opportunities for cat rescue. It’s quite exciting!

      1. karpenglish Avatar

        My Instagram account is full of pictures of rescue kittens, which is as close to rescue as I have gotten recently. There are not actually feral cats in my neighborhood at the moment. The Feral Cat Association must be having great success with their trap-spay-release program.

  12. Trina Avatar

    What a great story! I think that Detroit lucked out when you moved to town. Yay for cat rescues!
    Happy Caturday!

    1. Elisabeth Ellington Avatar

      Happy Caturday! Of course every day is Caturday at my house!

      1. Trina Avatar

        For sure!

  13. jarhartz Avatar

    This is a wonderful story. You had me right beside Ratty Tabby. And declawed!! No!!! Such a lucky, or perhaps just smart, tabby car to find you!

  14. Ramona Avatar

    Love reading of Ratty Tabby’s gradual warming to your family. You’re so patient and the air petting had me smiling. Glad she has a new family with lap time who appreciate her unique vocalizations!

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