Monday, December 26, 2016

Christmas Wish of a Friend -- "Please Look After My Ducks"


Dennis (a domestic, Black Swedish duck) and Davy (a Khaki Campbell duck) look out over a frozen Boat Lake in Central Park.
Dennis, Davy and their two mallard pals. The four ducks (two wild and two domestic) enjoy an unusual relationship and are the concern of a cherished friend temporarily off her feet.
 
It wasn't the happiest Christmas in a year that has been characterized by personal and political losses.

After suddenly losing a dear friend several months ago to a recurrence of breast cancer, another cherished friend has been hospitalized on and off over the past two months for what was at first, a deep vein thrombosis and is now cancer of the reproductive system.

My friend, Liliana, has long been a valued ally in the quest to look out for the wildlife of our Central Park and has even assisted me in several rescues of injured or ailing ducks and geese.

During the brutal, punishing winter of 2014 in which thousands of water birds perished due to starvation on ice-covered lakes and ponds, Liliana often assisted me in helping feed the hundreds of desperate geese and ducks wintering at the Central Park Reservoir. We still lost some birds, but thankfully most survived.

A lovely story about Liliana and her efforts to support NYC wildlife was published two years ago in a respected travel blog.

But for more than two months now, Liliana hasn't been able to get anywhere near Central Park.

She is barely able to walk. And last week, she had to undergo a hysterectomy.

Liliana is due to begin chemotherapy and radiation shortly.

News of Liliana's illness has been painful for me to learn, not only because we share a love for animals and wildlife, but because she has always been so kind and giving towards me. Liliana has always been a woman of very meager means. But she would spend her last dime or day of life to help an animal or human in need. That is just who she is.

Liliana isn't always easy to understand due to her thick Romanian accent. But we could still share the laughs, tasteless jokes and even laugh at ourselves.

But, the jokes are harder to crack and come by now.

I try to make light of the situation by telling Liliana that she needs to "get up and atom soon!" because the geese and ducks will be expecting her to show up with bagels, cracked corn and whole wheat bread come January and February. But the jokes fall flat.

We both know Liliana's not going to be "up and atom" anytime soon.

Memories of my own mother's (uterine) cancer and hysterectomy in 1967 and its long, difficult recovery make me pause in terms of fanciful illusions about my friend. My mother was fortunate in that she did fully recover eventually. But she never had to undergo chemotherapy or radiation as Liliana will.

Seeming to sense traumatic memories of seeing my mother all battered up in a hospital and appearing like the loser in a prize fight, Liliana has been adamant in demand that I not visit her in the hospital.

"I have everything I need!" Liliana admonishes. "My brother, people from the church, bring me food and other things. I don't want you to come! What I would like is that, if possible, you look after my boy and his friend and let me know how they are doing. I am worried for them on the frozen lake."

Liliana's "boy and friend" are two male domestic (flightless) ducks who have been toughing it out on the Central Park Boat Lake for the past several years.

There were originally four ducks, but two have recently disappeared and likely perished over the past several months.

During the recent "arctic blast," all of Central Park lakes and ponds iced over, including the Boat Lake. (The Reservoir remains open water and that is where virtually all the geese and ducks are currently.)

But because Liliana's "boys" cannot fly, they are stuck on the Boat Lake for better or worse. (Ironically, there are two mallards hanging with them which is surprising considering the mallards can fly. Presumably, there is some kind of relationship among the four water birds.)

Recent visits to the Boat Lake have illuminated a kind of frozen tundra with just a small pool of open water not far from the Ladies Pavilion.   

There, Dennis and Davy (as I call them) and their two chummy mallard pals are making do by either resting at the edge of the ice or swimming in the water as circumstances dictate.

This is not the boys' first rodeo (i.e. winter on ice).

Having survived the particularly brutal winter of 2014, both ducks are extremely proficient in knowing how to deal with and navigate an iced-over lake.  

The challenge (as Liliana knows) is to ensure that the birds have sufficient food to get them through the lean times. Hopefully, I and a few other caring people can take on that responsibility as long as need be.

Temperatures have fortunately warmed over the past few days to above freezing. While such has served to widen the open pool of water, more than 95% of the lake remains frozen and likely will remain that way until March.

The two domestic ducks and their mallard pals so far look good and are dealing well with adversity and challenge.

But, it is a very long winter ahead.

I pray that both, my friend and the ducks she so worries over will come out on the other side of winter, in vibrancy and health. 

But so much remains to be seen in these tough times of unpredictability and loss.

We have to find way to ride out the darkness and storms and prevail to the other side -- when spring again looms over the horizon.   -- PCA 




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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Geese and Ducks Arrive Ahead of "Arctic Blast"


Arctic blast of past couple of weeks forced our northern birds to quicky move.
Exhausted and catching needed shut-eye after long journey.
Making friends with Northern Shovelers.
An American Coot.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
 
It was a wondrous sight just after sunset a few nights ago.

As I was leaving the Central Park Reservoir, I heard some faint honking. High in the sky above me, a skein of at least 20 geese flew overhead. 

The geese were at least 300 to 400 feet in the air -- the highest I had ever seen them flying over Central Park and certainly too high to get a decent photo, especially in the dark.

I thought at first the migratory geese were simply passing over the park with some far off destination in mind. But as they reached the center of the Reservoir, they began to circle  and then rapidly descended to land gracefully in the water like accomplished ballerinas. The geese had in fact, landed there many times before -- the Reservoir either being their temporary, wintering home or a temporary refuge when conditions are unusually harsh elsewhere.

Although general goose migrations passing through New York City were later this year than usual (likely due to an unusually warm summer and fall), the migratory geese who actually winter in New York City (and are the last to fly in) arrived a bit early this year. Most of the wintering Reservoir geese (and ducks) flew in over the past couple of weeks. Typically they are not expected until late December or even early January.

The geese' and ducks' early arrival was excellent predictor that weather was about to drastically turn frigid. An "Arctic Blast" has, in fact, enveloped much of the country over the past two weeks with much snow dumped in the north east and mid west and below zero temperatures occurring in some states. It is suspected that the unusually frigid weather in many parts of the country may have pushed some birds into New York City who do not normally winter here.  

In New York City, we have merely experienced a small taste of the winter ahead. A few inches of snow fell several days ago, but it was quickly melted by a temporary warm-up and rain.

Nevertheless, all of Central Park's lakes and ponds are currently iced over. Probably because it's deeper than other watercourses, the Reservoir remains open water thereby attracting hundreds of migratory waterfowl.

It is pleasing to note that the numbers of geese, mallards, diving ducks and even American Coots at the Reservoir now are comparable to numbers observed over the past several years. There are presently at least 300 geese and mallards, scores of Northern Shovelers and even a greater number of coots than one might typically expect to see.

But many of the birds will leave as soon as conditions stablelize elsewhere or as we move deeper into the winter.

Normally, during January and February (when parts or even most of the Reservoir ices over) there remain only about 100 geese and maybe 150 mallards who elect to "toughen it out" in one of the world's most prestigious parks as virtually all of the diving ducks and coots are forced to find open waters.

For all of its amenities and otherwise comforts, New York City can be challenging for waterbirds during a particularly harsh winter as virtually all of our lakes and ponds ice over.

We may not get the winds, cold and snow of Buffalo, but we are after all, still New York. -- PCA




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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Long Road Home


Rebecca and Susie during their long years in an alley
Susie as she is today -- a mystery slowly unfolding in her own time.
Seven years without a home.
Rebecca during the harsh days.
Beautiful Rebecca as she is today -- a picture of pure love.
Susie during the harsh days.
Two sisters forever bonded.
 
It's been a long road for sisters, Rebecca and Susie.

It was about seven years ago that I embarked on a project with neighbors to humanely deal with feral cats living in the alleys in back of our pre-war building on New York City's Upper East Side.

Two of my neighbors had been feeding the cats, but there had been no attempts to neuter or place any of the animals.

The results were kittens and half-grown feral cats, as well as a very feral mother and dad.

I warned that the situation would soon result in an out of control overpopulation of cats, neighbor complaints and Anima Control eventually being called to capture and kill the cats.

Young kittens were relatively easy to capture, socialize, vet and adopt out.

But, the feral mother whom I named, Mika and her feline lover, Robbie were another story.

I used a humane trap to eventually trap Mika and take her to my vet for spaying and shots.

As it was the middle of winter and I had never released a feral cat back to an outdoor environment, I attempted to "socialize" Mika in a large cage with the hope that with time, she might become used to human touch and adoptable.

Such hope was indeed naive.

Although I had previously socialized many stray, timid and under socialized cats during my years in cat and dog rescue, Mika represented a "challenge" the likes of which, I had never experienced.

The mere acts of feeding, watering and cleaning Mika's litter box and cage were met with lunging, hissing and swiping claws. So violent were Mika's attacks, I had to wear protective gloves that reached half-way up my arms. Any notions of trying to "pet" and otherwise "socialize" the wild cat from hell were quickly abandoned after only a few weeks.

Still, I was not one to easily give up.

I kept Mika's cage in my living room where she casually saw my other cats coming to me for affection and where she was constantly exposed to my presence, as well as soothing music and a comfortable environment.

None of it did any good.

It became all too clear with time that Mika wanted nothing to do with me, a human home or even any of my other animals. The dark gray tabby cat wanted only one thing -- and that was to return to her real "home" and family in the alley.

And so, I waited for the snow to melt and the frigid temperatures of winter to finally subside before faced with the only choice I could make, albeit reluctantly.

On a sunny morning in mid April, I managed to corner Mika in her cage and get her into a carrier. I met with one of my other cat-loving neighbors and together, we released Maria back to the alleys. As soon as opening the carrier, Mika bolted out, dashed off and never looked back. Though a part of me felt relieved that Mika was back where she wanted to be, another part felt a sense of dejection for having failed her. Still, the good part was that Mika would never again give birth to more kittens.

With the dilemma of Mika and her young kittens finally resolved, attention was then focused on her two female, half-gown, gray offspring (Rebecca and Susie) from an earlier litter who were then nearly old enough to start reproducing.
Within a week, both cats were humanely trapped and brought to my vet for spaying and shots.

But rather than trying to deal again with angry feral cats who wanted to take out my hands (or anything else their claws could reach), I elected to pay my vet extra money to board the cats long enough to give them time to heal from the spay and be healthy enough for release.

About a week later, I picked up the cats and together with my neighbor, Cheryl, released the two sisters back to the alleys -- and back to their feral mom and dad.

All went comparatively and surprisingly well for the next couple years.

Both Cheryl and another neighbor fed the cats every night (including sliced, deli turkey meant for humans) and all four cats had very well honed-in survival skills and thick coats to get them through the roughest winters or worst of summers. (I suspect that during hostile weather, they sought and found refuge in holes of buildings as the cats were almost never seen during the day time.) 

Unlike her two daughters, however, the always-wild Mika had a penchant for getting out of the alleys and sometimes wandering the streets at night. Apparently, on one of these ventures, Mika was assumed to be a "stray" and was humanely trapped by a local rescue group.

Though I didn't see them, signs were later posted in the neighborhood of a "found ,spayed cat" whose photo was that of Mika. Not having seen the signs myself, I had no way to call the number. But my neighbors who did see the signs felt it was "wonderful" that a rescue group saved her.

I could only chuckle and hope that the rescue group had better luck than I did with Mika. She was, by far the most feral and intractable cat I had ever dealt with.  

Fast forward a couple of more years.

Tragically my neighbor, Cheryl, fell victim to breast cancer a few years ago and died. And a short time later, the other neighbor feeding the cats moved.

Responsibility for feeding and looking after the cats then fell entirely on me.

I was surprised to note that over the years, the two spayed sisters had become quite friendly with humans and enjoyed being petted. A part of me regretted having released cats back to an alley, that, from all appearances seemed somewhat socialized and even "adoptable." 

But, already full in my own home of both, cats and two dogs, I did not view it as option at that time to take more cats in. (Besides, they were good for rodent control in the alleys.)

Nevertheless, I did take photos of Rebecca and Susie in the alley and posted them on the Internet seeking foster homes. 

Needless to say, there were no offers.

And so, matters continued on for another few years.

I watched as Rebecca, Susie and their still very feral dad, Robbie, plodded through snow drifts sometimes taller than they were. I watched them deal with heavy rain storms, blizzards, brutal cold and the searing heat of NYC summers. Through it all, they remained stoic, strong, fantastically devoted and bonded to each other and welcoming of me.

Then, last March, Rebecca suddenly and mysteriously vanished and was missing for almost two weeks!

I inquired of local stores and supers in the neighborhood, but none had seen her. I checked the cat lists of Animal Control everyday, as well as found cat sites. But nothing turned up.

I was racked with guilt as I had become attached to Rebecca over the years and then cursed myself for not having rescued and taken her in when I had the chance.

When all seemed lost, I then prayed to God and promised that if Rebecca somehow survived and turned up again, I would take her in.

Then, one morning as it was pouring rain, I gazed out my window and miraculously there she was!

But, the bad news was that Rebecca was in the adjoining alley which was separated by a tall iron fence and even worse, she looked extremely emaciated and weak. Moreover, there was a deep gash and indentation in her tail, as if she'd been caught in a door or trapped somewhere for two weeks. 

Not stopping to think about anything, I filled a dish with cat food and ran down to the alley. I prayed Rebecca was hungry and strong enough to climb the fence and come to me.

Fortunately, Rebecca responded and summoned just enough energy to slowly and painstakingly make her way to me.

Shocked at how weak and dehydrated she was, I immediately picked up Rebecca, held her close to me and ran upstairs to my apartment as fast as I could. She neither had the strength nor will to try and break away.

I brought Rebecca to my bathroom, where I quickly set up food, water, litter box and blanket.

But first, I had to dry her off as she was completely rain-soaked to the bone.
The dirt, caked mud and filth on the cat turned the fluffy white towel completely black within seconds. It was apparent that Rebecca must have been trapped in some very filthy basement for the two weeks as nothing in the alleys could have produced that much dirt and grime.

Because she was too weak to resist my attentions (and seemed to sense I was helping her), Rebecca completely melted in my arms and surprisingly enjoyed petting, stroking and even cleaning. Flipping the toilet seat down, over the next week, I picked Rebecca up constantly and petted her in my lap. She nuzzled into me like a human baby and purred like a kitten.

Finally clean and quickly recovered from her ordeal in about a week, Rebecca let me know she wanted out of the bathroom.

Though expecting some friction with my four other cats and senior Pomeranian dog, I was a little hesitant at first, but decided the time was right for Rebecca to branch out.

Because she is by nature, a very confident and positive cat (but not challenging or aggressive) Rebecca respected and adapted very quickly to my other animals and they to her. There was no friction or conflict at all.

Over the next few months, matters moved along swimmingly. Though I felt a little bad about separating Rebecca from her much devoted sister still in the alley, she did not appear to suffer any bouts of separation anxiety or show any desire to return to the alley.

Her sister, Susie on the other hand, did appear to be "lost" without her sister -- this despite her still having Robbie to hang out with. (While the two sisters were always very close, the same could not be said about their relationship with their very feral father who always appeared dominant and somewhat bullying to the two girls.) Susie could be heard many nights yowling loudly in the alley as if calling out for and trying to find her sister again. It was pitiful.

I thought about rescuing Susie, but then considered the impact that might have on her dad who would then be entirely alone. But, aside from that, I was experiencing other, more pressing problems.

This past August I suddenly lost my 20-year-old Pomeranian, Chance, to a very fast spreading and deadly Lymphoma. (I had previously lost my other dog, Tina, two years earlier at the age of 21).  

A horrible sense of grief and loss overtook me as my home was suddenly so empty without a dog. Walks to Central Park were especially tough without my long-time companion in his little doggie stroller.

For a while, I considered adopting another dog, but then something strange happened.

Rebecca began to act more and more "dog-like."

Rebecca was always there to greet me in the morning as soon as I got up. She followed me around the house and even greeted me every time I came home. Most of all, she demanded to be picked up, held and petted nearly all the time.

It was almost as if Chance's spirit had somehow meshed with Rebecca's. Suddenly, I didn't need a dog as I already had one (albeit in a cat's body).

Meanwhile (about two months ago), a couple of Yuppie neighbors began to complain to the landlord about the loud cat yowling in the alleys at night.
I received a call from the management of the building requesting (somewhat kindly) that I "do something" about the cats.

I explained that I could rescue the female cat, but had no way of capturing the very feral male who was "necessary for rodent control."  

That night, I took a carrier with me when feeding Susie and Robbie.

As Susie was used to me petting her and even picking her up on occasion, she was no trouble to pick up and place in the carrier. -- In fact, it was a breeze!

Unfortunately, that was where "easy" would quickly end with Susie.

Unlike her sister, Rebecca, who was hours away from death's door when rescued, Susie was strong and healthy.

Once brought into my home and first released into a large cage, Susie boldly resisted any and all attempt to touch, let alone pet her!

On the contrary, she suddenly acted more like her wild mother, Mika, than the friendly cat whom I had been feeding and petting for the past three years!  (Susie would even allow me to occasionally cut mats from her dense fur when in the alley.)  Now, I could not touch Susie without loud hisses and attempts to rake my hand with outstretched claws that meant business!

The cage experiment clearly failing, I released Susie from the cage after only a couple of days.

Was that a mistake?  Probably. But, Susie's loud yowls of anger and protest were enough to get me into further trouble with Yuppie neighbors.

The "good news" in all this was that Susie was ecstatic to see her sister, Rebecca again and wasted no time gushing up to her in happy reunion.

But, Rebecca had changed over the months and evolved into a "human oriented cat" rather than just a "cat cat."  Rebecca showed little interest in her sister and merely tolerated her -- though the two cats frequently eat together just like old times.

Susie has indeed made herself very comfortable here. She loves playing with toys, eating,  sleeping on cushy chairs or beds and constantly cozying up to her much beloved sister.

Susie just hates and wants no part of me -- just like her "crazy" mom once did.

I am not sure what the future holds for Susie or me for that matter.

I keep hoping that Susie's love and devotion for Rebecca will eventually result in her trusting of me again as it did when both cats were in the alley together. But so far that has not happened even when Susie sees Rebecca and my other cats follow me around and entwine themselves on my lap everyday.

Sometimes, Susie sits and stares particularly intently and smugly when Rebecca is on my lap. I can hear the wheels spinning in her head: 

"I can't believe my beloved sister sold herself out like that!  Does she not remember where she came from? That will never be me!  You can take me out of the alley, but you will NEVER take the alley out of me!"

How could two sisters who grew up together and experienced all the same things be so different?

It's not a question I can answer at this time. Suffice it to say, that the more you think you know (and can predict), the more you learn you know nothing at all and can predict even less.

But for the time being, the old dad still roams the alleys and shows up each night to eat, the wild geese still migrate through Central Park, the Christmas trees are currently lit on Park Avenue and two sisters have traveled the long, seven-year road to finally find home. -- PCA
                                                  



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Monday, November 28, 2016

"Adaptability," The Canada Goose's Should-Be Middle Name


At long last, the migratory Canada geese finally pass through New York City.
Resting against the back drop of NYC skyline.
Ah, at last, a little shut-eye!
Four of the geese catch a little sleep, while one keeps watchful and alert eye.
Some may wonder why I haven't written of NYC's Canada geese in a while.
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That's because the main thrust of the fall migration hasn't occurred until this last week. 
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The Central Park Reservoir and other watercourses have been primarily goose-empty over the past few months with the exception of one resident goose family at the Boat Lake and a few skeins of early migratory geese who passed through NYC in September and October.
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But, there has been much bird activity (including many diving ducks and mallards) over the past week and it has been consistent.  
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Each night there has been anywhere from 40 to 100 geese who arrive at the CP Reservoir to briefly rest and who just as quickly depart by the following morning.  
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It's quite amazing to realize many (if not most) of the geese arrive here from places as far away as Labrador which is at the north east tip of Canada close to the Arctic. And New York City is only a temporary rest stop on a journey composed of thousands of miles to places far south of New York.
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It is perhaps no small surprise that most of the geese appear exhausted after their long and arduous trip. Most times the geese appear as statues in the water, barely moving. Other times a small group will turn their heads on their backs to try and catch a little shut eye while a designated flock or family member keeps vigilant watch for any danger or threat.
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Last month, a large gaggle of about 80 geese arrived to the Central Park Reservoir the night before the World Citizen rock concert was to be held at the nearby Great Lawn. There were loud "booms" bursting through the park as the bands rehearsed and I was certain the geese would be so spooked by what sounded like little earthquakes that they would immediately take off.
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But, the geese were apparently so tired and spent that they stayed throughout the raucous commotion and didn't leave until the next morning. It's apparently very necessary for migratory birds to replenish energy reserves before they can take off again.  
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Give credit to Canada geese for having the gumption to migrate through New York City in the first place. The skyscrapers, lights and noise seem like they would be enough to deter most migratory birds and indeed they do deter many species. But even though they may originate from obscure or rural places in the world, Canada geese are extremely adaptable -- even to rock concerts and fire work displays happening in the city at any given time.
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If nothing else, Canada geese are a very hearty and I daresay, courageous bird. Very little deters or actually terrifies them from doing what they have to do. As New York City is part of the Atlantic flyway, the geese come through here and neither snow, wind, rain, rock concerts or even rockets going off will dampen their enthusiasm or set them off course.
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But, apparently changes in weather patterns might actually alter the geeses timing of migrations. I am wondering if an unusually warm winter last year and mild summer and early fall this year has caused the seemingly late migration this year? Last year, most of the migratory geese passed through NYC in October. But we are late into November and most of the geese are only now arriving.
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I am not sure if that signals anything about what kind of winter we will have or if it just means geese take advantage of mild weather and don't willingly move until they have to.
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But, if true that the geese are good predictors of weather patterns, I am guessing that the next few weeks are suddenly going to turn a lot colder in New York City.
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And then we just wait for the late migratory geese and mallards who typically arrive in New York City in late December or even early January to actually winter here.
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Those are the ones who brace themselves for whatever kind of winter New York City will have. I hope for their sakes that this winter will be nothing like those of 2013 and 2014 in which thousands of waterbirds (mostly ducks) perished throughout the north east due to record snow falls, cold and subsequent starvation.
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Hoping for, if not a warm winter this year, at least a normal one. -- whatever "normal" means in a world undergoing indisputable climate change.   
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In any case, the Canada geese will figure it out.  Of that, I am reasonably confident, "adaptability" being the geese's should-be, middle name. -- PCA
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Monday, November 21, 2016

Two Sisters


 
Sweet Rebecca -- a picture of love and trust.
Not-so-sweet, sister, Suzie Q. "You can take me out of the alley, but you will NEVER take the alley out of me!"
All that said, Suzie nevertheless likes the easy trappings of life on a cozy cushion.  
Recently, I rescued two "feral" cats who had been living in the alley in back of my building for years. (I had them spayed as juveniles.)
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Some of my Yuppie neighbors began complaining about the cats "meowing" disturbing them. Never mind that the cats kept rodents away and never mind that the same people who complained about "meowing" are the same ones who throw loud parties every weekend. It somehow became my "responsibility" to "do something" about the cats.
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But the two sisters are as different from each other as day is to night. This despite them sharing identical lives and the fact that both cats welcomed my petting and handling of them when living in the alley.
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I rescued Rebecca one rainy morning last March after she had been missing for more than a week. Her tail was severely dented, she had lost weight and was extremely filthy and dehydrated. Moreover, she looked like a drowned rat in the pouring rain. It didn't require much effort to scoop up the severely weakened cat in my arms and bring her to my apartment bathroom.  
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Rebecca recovered very rapidly over the following week. Though a little nervous at first, Rebecca responded very positively to my overtures to pick up and clean her off. Later, I discovered that she greatly enjoyed being held and nuzzled like a baby.
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What Rebecca didn't enjoy was being confined to the bathroom. She quickly let it be known that she wanted to explore the rest of the apartment and meet my other five cats.
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Surprisingly, Rebecca adapted very well to my other cats (and one dog then) and they to her. Rebecca was confident, but not intrusive. She respected the cat hierarchy in my home and issued no challenges. At the same time, she held her own and showed no fear. It seemed almost too good and too easy to be true as usually when new animals are introduced, there are many "adjustments" for both newcomer and resident animals.  
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But who Rebecca most bonded with was me.   
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"More dog than cat," Rebecca follows me around, never leaves me alone and demands constant attention and petting. She is far more affectionate than most cats raised in human homes since kittens.
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Enter her sister, Suzie.
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I rescued Suzie six weeks ago due specially to the neighbor complaints. She wasn't injured or ill. Rather, I just scooped her up one evening and put her in a cat carrier. Easy as cake.
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Initially, I put Suzie in a large cage so as not to overwhelm her with the other cats and the strangeness of a human home. But Suzie wanted no part of the cage -- or me -- and yowled her head off in protest. My few attempts to pet her in the cage were met with loud hisses and swats from her claws.
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After only a few days, I released Suzie from the confines of the cage mostly to shut her up and avoid neighbor complaints about the loud "meows" coming directly from my apartment.
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I need not have worried over Suzie getting along with my other cats. On the contrary, she was delighted to again be reunited with her sister, Rebecca and like Rebecca seemed to know instinctively how to blend into the cat hierarchy without being intrusive.  
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However, what has not been "easy as cake" or in any way similar to her sister, has been getting Suzie socialized to me! -- This from a cat who welcomed my petting in the alley and even allowed me to cut mats from her fur on occasion!
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I have not been able to touch Suzie even once over these past six weeks or even get close enough to.
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That is not to say Suzie has been shrinking in a corner or is loathe to her new surroundings. On the contrary, she enjoys sleeping on cushy cushions, free-feeding and sharpening her claws on furniture. And Suzie absolutely worships her sister, Rebecca, often rolling over for her and trying to solicit her sister in play.
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Only Rebecca has become a "human oriented" cat now and chooses mostly to ignore her long devoted and beseeching sister.  
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What has perhaps been amusing about this entire fiasco, is watching the utterly shocked and disdainful look on Suzie's face whenever her sister is nuzzling on my lap and soliciting my attention.
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"HOW could you sell yourself out so cheaply to some lowly human? Have you forgotten where you came from?"
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Suzie then half-closes her eyes and gives me a dirty look as if to say, "You can take me out of the alley, but you will NEVER take the alley out of me! I am a proud alley girl!"
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Well, Okay.
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My only hope now is that Suzie will eventually (albeit reluctantly) take the cues from her much beloved sister and come around to me.
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But I won't hold my breath waiting for that; stubbornness and pride seemingly the main character traits of Ms. Suzie Q.  -- PCA
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