Brother Oscar... he is a different soul.  Oscar was found by one of my co-workers the year before last. He was ~5 weeks old, and sitting on the coil of the suspension in my boss's Challenger.  His feral mom was laying on the ground underneath. We grabbed him, could not get mama. He was NOT a happy boy, almost ate one of my co-workers fingers lol.  Oscar was just as feral as mama, but I had a huge advantage... I was bigger than him LOL.  I put him in a box, my dear sweet love of a husband came and got him and put him in our downstairs half bathroom.  It took about a week for him to stop hissing, spitting, and acting like he was going to eat us alive.. what a PIP! After he tested negative for leukemia, was wormed, etc etc.. he met Andy. We had only had Andy for about 3 weeks, he was also a rescue. Andy fathered Oscar .. oh my word he had the patience of an angel with him. As Oscar grew he became just the sweetest character. He is spoiled rotten, hard headed, loves us all on HIS own terms. Races me to the bathroom every morning and evening to drink out of the sink after I brush my teeth. He is a hunter, I never knew how many lizards actually made it IN to my sunroom until we started finding lizard halves on our sunroom floor. Oscar might be part pit-bull... he thinks it is all about HIM 

With that being said (hahah) Oscar does not know what to do with Huckleberry.  He follows Andy panda to the crate, looks inside and I swear the look he gets is Oh.. it's you... ( imaging sarcasm, heavy sarcasm, hah). He turns on his paw and walks away like the biggest prima-dona I have ever seen. He doesn't hiss, no spitting. Huck will meow, head butt the crate and Oscar boy is like yeah... laters dude. 

Other than that Oscar is simply Oscar. He does not seem put off enough to be troubled, David and I have given Oscar, Andy, and Mitchell the wonder dog extra attention so that they don't feel left out.  Oscar was the last adoption (until now) and I just don't think he knows what to make of it. When Huckles was outside Oscar went WILD! He jumped at the window, did a huge dance and jig, he actually looked for Huckleberry when he was not in the yard.  I think this might be a case of "careful what you wish for" lololol. I think once Huckles is healed and healthy, Oscar will have found himself another playmate. I think he also will have met his match, I am just laughing at the up and coming future as I shake my head and wonder why this dang stuff always happens to us??

First pic is Andy Panda, stealth kitty, second is Oscar...did ya find me yet? 

Now you have met the crew, life is a little crazy sometimes, eh?

Hugs,

Jackie, David, Mitchell, Andy, Oscar, and Huckleberry 

Woo hoo!

Day 4: Huckleberry is doing well! I have been watching his suture line and counting the days to 10. Yesterday I found a staple on his bed. The suture line is looking really good, we have one staple gone and one loose. I am not convinced it is his licking as much as it is his activity.  Im keeping a close eye and hoping we don't need to use the cone of shame   His spirits are still good, and I finally got some video action so you can see the handsome young man that is socializing beyond anything I expected this early!

I tried to put the video here but I am getting an error. I have seen it done, just have to figure out what I am doing wrong. 

Hugs,

Huckleberry, Jackie, and David 

Last one for now. Andy came to visit yesterday morning and it was so sweet.  I want so badly to give him run of the room but I can't risk this progress. 

Hugs,

Huckleberry, Jackie, and David 

Andy is a special boy, and so unusual looking. I cannot believe he made it into the shelter twice! When I asked why he was returned, I was told he didn't get along with other cats.....omw!!!

Huckles came to us as pawsitively feral as a cat could be. We could not even touch him until he had been with us for almost a month. When he came back from his initial visit for his leg, he started turning around at an amazing pace. I have never ever seen a cat respond like he has, and Andy deserves most of the credit for that. When I had a vet come to the house to try and evaluate him initially, Huckles was hanging from the top of the crate hissing, meowing, in a total panic. Omg I was horrified that he would hurt himself even more. The vet wanted NOTHING to do with that and he bowed out as gracefully as he could. We had to make another appointment outside of the house for a second evaluation. We had to put the carrier into the crate, my husband used a long stick to shut the carrier door, I put on leather gloves to latch the carrier. The second doc had to knock him out before she could do a physical on him. When she gave me the news about his leg needing to be amputated, I thought her mouth was going to hit the floor when I told her we were going to proceed with surgery instead of putting him to sleep.  Since the surgery he is like having a different cat. I crawl half way into his crate, we butt heads, and I kiss him. He pretty much throws himself at you for attention when you visit him in his room, and except for the TV, which he does not know what to do with, he has calmed down like I never thought I would see any time soon. I feel truly blessed to have him responding the way he is. I am praying that he will stay the same once he has free run of the room and then the house. Fingers crossed.

Huckleberry, Jackie, and David