My closet gave Angel comfort, a place to hide when he was unsure, when I had visitors or a foster dog. Angel was a “cats cat” as I called him, very anti-social. The fact he let me pet him and groom him was nothing short of a miracle.
Taking Angel to the vet was a nightmare, he wouldn’t let me pick him up, he wouldn’t allow himself feel “trapped” in a crate.
I made an appointment when I was prepared to move from Ontario to British Columbia, the cats needed their shots, and confirmation they were ok to fly. Sixx let me put him in a crate immediately, after 20 minutes, I gave up on Angel, he was showing his ferrel traits and was not going to let me near him. I went to the vet with just Sixx and told the doctor the struggle with getting Angel there. The vet suggested I start feeding the cats in their crates and Angel will see it’s a good place to be.
I followed those instructions and a week later got Angel to his appointment. He was so scared he pooped in his crate and peed all over the vet technician, but he let them examine him and he got his shots.
The following week I was moving………there would be no more safe zone for Angel, he had to move to Auntie Janet’s. The movers had come and the apartment was empty, I was going to spend a couple of nights at Janet’s before I started the drive out west with the dogs. Janet graciously (despite her allergies) volunteered to keep the cats for a 2-3 weeks while I drove the dogs to Kamloops and got settled, and arranged for the cats to fly.
Flipflop and Dahlia had been staying at Janet’s for a few days all ready, Sixx was with them and time had run out for Angel. I tried to trap him, he was too smart for me, he would not be tricked. Hours passed……………………….
And then I thought of doing something I never thought of doing before……..what if I just tried to pick Angel up and put him in his crate. I never thought of this before as Angel would NEVER let me pick him up!
In the completely empty apartment, with nothing but me, Angel and a crate, I just started petting Angel and then calmly picked him put and crated him…….It was so easy, I didn’t give him enough credit.
We went to Janet’s, where of course he hid for two days. I was leaving for B.C. and Angel was still in hiding. I was worried he wouldn’t come out and I would be able to get him to B.C. I cried for close to two hours as I started the drive to my new life.
I knew Sixx And Angel were in the best care. I wasn’t concerned that Janet would be kind to them, she loved them. But what she wasn’t prepare for, was Angel. Angel came out of hiding the day after I left, and showed her the awesome cat he was. He came out and snuggled her and let her get close to him. She was so excited, sending me pictures of him and telling me Angel is such a cool cat, to which I replied, “I know!”
Angel and Sixx stayed with Janet for 3 weeks. I wanted it to be two but it turned out they needed to return to the vet to get their travel certificate. 😦 . Janet was amazing and happily helped me out. Much to my surprise and relief the boys went to the vet with no issue.
Finally May 3rd, it was time to fly the boys out. Angel went into his crate, with no problem, Sixx put up a fight, which was so shocking, as he’s the easy going guy. I was so proud of Angel, he was behaving in ways I never expected. He was no longer fearful of new things.
Since arriving in B.C. Angel is a different cat. He is ALWAYS out with me and the dogs, he’s social and never hides! He even refuses to eat without his brother, Flipflop, so I now feed him when I feed Sixx and Angel.
I cannot believe the difference in this cat, I’m so happy after 6 years, he is interacting with us, all the time. He is no longer hiding, no longer fearful and he is an active part of my pact. It turned out for me to show Angel he was truly safe with me, I had to turn his world on its side. I don’t think he’ll ever be as social and out going as Sixx but it’s really nice having him out and about with the rest of my kids.