Handsome Bello

Bello - the handsome one  (KN)

I don’t remember when Bello came to the Sanctuary – usually I will meet a new cat in my Kitty Comforter shift during their initial cage-stay with us. But in late spring I started to notice a pale ghost in the back courtyard, generally around Waldie’s Hut, or on the shelves backing onto the SingleWide. Any move towards him resulted in his doing a disappearing trick, and I went to the med staff to find out more.

You can't see me, I'm not there....   (BC)

We have good relationships with a number of BC shelters, and will sometimes accept cats from them that are too feral for adoption;  they know that in our care, these felines can remain feral but safe as long as is needful.  Bello is one of those cats – in his case, he came from the Lower Mainland Humane Society in February. He had been trapped as a feral, and was consistently fearful with them, and not considered a good adoption prospect. RAPS was to be his sanctuary. We think he's around three years old.

Bello's portrait from FVHS;
crouched down with ears pinned back in fear

Because we had all his medical records, his cage-stay was brief - a short while in the Adoption Centre, a stay in Newcomers, where he remained behind his drape. And like a lot of ferals on release, his first instinct was to go and hide – generally emerging in the early morning or late evening. I tend to be an early morning volunteer (when I’m not feeding in the evening!) and found Bello was more open to contact when fewer people were around. He could often be found comfortably settled on a cat-tree where he could slide away behind the shelves if he got nervous.

Starting to be patient with an approaching human  (BC)

Bello is the masculine form of the word bella, meaning beautiful.  His name suits him – he’s really handsome, in a striking way. We suspect there’s some Siamese in him, evidenced in his lynx-tip coloring and blue eyes, but his chonky body shape is much more British Shorthair.

Coming for pets....  (KN)

Patience began to pay off; he would allow a little contact, and accept tidbits from my hand. I heard from other volunteers that they were starting to get somewhere with him.  Occasionally he would approach for a leg-rub; he started interacting with other cats, and could be found enjoying the sun with the others. He stayed well out of the way on visiting days, but would appear when things were quieter.

Lounging comfortably for visitors  (BC)

I left in mid-June for a 3-week (cat-less) vacation, and came home to the Sanctuary to discover that Bello had blossomed; he was out more, looking for attention from people, and even being around to accept petting during visiting hours – though he tends to settle himself in a chair just out of reach of the rope that marks the cats-only boundary!  

Happy smile   (KN)

It seems to me that Bello is one of those cats that is likely a stray rather than a true feral; he may well have had a home, and been so traumatized by its loss that he reverted to the terrified feral behaviour. We do have ferals that tame up in time, but both Bello and his buddy Guacamole have made the switch relatively quickly, and we hope that both may be candidates to find their own homes in due course.

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult & Karen Nicholson

Pobre gatita Kia

Kia - the regal glare  (KN)

 Five-year old Kia came to us in May 2024, and was caged in the front courtyard Hill House for her introduction to the Sanctuary. The Hill House is usually a good place to start for a cat; the two big cages are quiet and private when draped, and most of the cats who use the building as their base are not aggressive – many of them spend time in the feral area next door.

Defending her space  (BC)

Kia was not a happy camper when she arrived. All newcomer cats get their cages set up with places to hide, and she made full use of every bit of cover. Volunteers arriving to do a morning clean, or to deliver supper, were greeted by angry hissing from behind a drape, and we placed a warning sign on her door so that people would disturb her as little as possible.  She was, of course, on the Kitty Comforters’ list, but was adamant that she did not want interaction with people, so most of us could do little more than sit and talk with her, while she told us to go away!

Very spicy in her early days  (KN)

Having a cat surrendered to us because of aggression is not a new thing, of course – we have our share of cats (most of them collared) who are pretty reactive. What I think many of us had not realised was that her background probably ensured her reactivity. You see, Kia is from Mexico! As a former street cat, she was adopted by a Mexican couple, who then moved to BC. I don’t think she was a particularly nice cat with them, but it got to the point where she was aggressive to anyone arriving, and they feared that she might harm someone. So now she’s in a strange country, away from the only people she knew, and not hearing a language sound she might recognize. And we know what a difference it made to the late sweet Neko in Leukemia to hear someone speak Japanese, or for tortie Princess to hear voices in Farsi.

The look says "No closer!"  AG

Still – it is what it is, and Kia was going to have to settle.  With cage-time over – it’s usually 4-6 weeks, depending on various factors – the door was opened. Kia glowered – this cage was her space, and she did not appreciate visits from investigating felines. She remained where she was for some time, making it quite clear that nothing had changed; she didn’t want company, she hated other cats, like Greta Garbo, she “vanted to be alone”.

Do not disturb me   (BC)

Gradually she started to emerge, and initially came to claim the cat-tree or the counter-top just outside her cage. This was slightly more dangerous for volunteers – that countertop is the source of evening feeds, and we had to keep an eye on our dragon-cat, and not allow her to slash at working hands. Signs went up – obviously fueled by painful encounters – warning the unsuspecting to be very careful.

Sometimes the look is tentative rather than aggressive  (DW)

Her range began to increase; she could be found at floor level at meal-times – not competing with anyone for food, but keeping a wary eye on the activity around. The other cats have learned to give her a wide berth.  Carol Porteous, who brings special goodies for the cats she feeds, was very patient with her, and Kia became more willing to explore beyond the boundary of the window.  Her long self-imposed cage stay had meant very little exercise, and it’s hard to see the former street cat in this tubby girl with the baleful stare.

Finally venturing through the window  (CP)

When we have weekend visitors, Kia returns to her safe place, but at quieter times, she has begun to investigate the rest of the courtyard.  She has been spotted sitting beside the sink, or at the top of the steps to the Single-Wide, and occasionally even on the bench by the entry. She is still wary of contact; when I stop to speak with her she turns away and ignores me – but that’s an improvement on the hiss-and-claws encounters. She is one of the cats who just takes a long time to accept that life has changed, and that nobody is going to harm her.  

A gentler look  (KN)

If your Spanish is better than my minimal skill, go hunt her out and try talking to her – but stay out of reach of those murder mittens!

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult, Akira Graham, Karen Nicholson, 

Carol Porteous, Debbie Wolanski

Kamloops Catz 4: No Oranges Here

Barley (KN)

With the oodles of orange cats from Kamloops, the ones who aren’t orange stand out a bit more than most tabbies usually do!  

She may not look it, but Matcha is the bravest! (KN)

Genetics, of course, with cats, are a little difficult to discern. A queen cat may accept the advances of a number of males, and have a litter of kittens that look quite different from each other. We don’t know if this is the case with the tabbies who arrived with all the orange ones, or whether there was a tabby mama responsible for producing them.

Juniper  (LBF)

Like their orange siblings, they are liable to move around together – where you find one, it’s likely that the others are not far away. Barley is the most easily distinguished – she is a pretty grey tabby, and if you look at her head you’ll sees he has a little cows-lick of hair sticking up – not quite enough to call a Mohawk!   

Shy Violet (KN)

Juniper is the darkest tabby, and the largest of them (well, almost); Matcha is the most likely to be venturing further afield, occasionally followed by his smaller buddy Violet, though Violet and Barley really prefer to cosy up out of the way of people.  

Thorne  (KN)

When small Daffodil (featured in last week's blog) came to live at the Sanctuary, she came with one more member of the colony – the biggest one! Big Thorne is like Persimmon in majesty – but there’s even more of him. He has a wonderful thick multicoloured coat; his face shows clear tabby patterns, though this coat is so abundant that it’s hard to make out just exactly what the markings are. His mane can be quite lion-like. Unfortunately, like most of the Kamloops cats, he doesn’t welcome human touch – he will tolerate it briefly, but not enough to allow anyone to groom him – so he has to have the mats trimmed out, and he may probably be another customer for a summer haircut.

Thorne (KN)

Unlike Daffodil, who has found her own "family", Thorne had no hesitation in claiming his Kamloops buddies, and now that they've moved to their summer home in Pen 5, Thorne maintains a regal presence there,

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Lisa Brill-Friesen & Karen Nicholson

Kamloops Catz 3: Blondes Have More Fun

Goldie  (KN)

There used to be a fallacy that most orange cats were male. We now know that that percentage is considerably less – usually cited as 80% - and I would venture to say that at the Sanctuary it’s even less than that.  The gene for orange coloration is linked to the X chromosome, and males only need one copy of the gene to be orange, while females need two. Having said that, it’s clear that in some colonies, the genetic odds for orange females are much higher, and that’s certainly the case with the Kamloops colony.  

Rapunzel & Buffy  (BC)

It may not be immediately obvious, through, because some of our orange females are so pale in colour that “orange” is not the word that leaps to mind.

Buffy  (LBF)

Buffy is the darkest of these – the same sort of colour as the late Pumpkin and Walker, who I tend to describe as “champagne”.  Goldie and Rapunzel are paler still.  These three little girls prefer to base themselves out of Pen 5; when the others migrate back to the TeaRoom for winter warmth, the blondes prefer to add their body warmth to the cosy Pen 5 cabin, sharing with Adam, May and Walker, as well as with some of their non-orange family.

Rapunzel  (KN)

Buffy and Goldie are both still very shy; they will allow themselves to be watched, and are sometimes interested in wand toy play, but they would prefer to be left alone. You can sometimes pat Buffy, if you can do so without letting her see the hand; once the petting has started, she will allow herself to enjoy it for a bit, and then scoot away. Goldie is a don’t-touch-me girl. She and Rapunzel look very similar, but one step towards them will tell you which is which - Goldie backs away quickly but her buddy is a little braver. Rapunzel sports a white bib with her blond fur, and she is the only one of the three who will approach humans to solicit attention.  When she’s in the mood, she’s a total flirt – with weekend visitors as well as with volunteers.

Daffodil   (KN)

A fourth light orange cat called Daffodil is technically part of this group; she came from the original colony and was fostered in Kamloops, but it was decided that she might do better with access to her family. In fact, she has never merged back with them; she prefers to remain in the Newcomers area, and sometimes wanders over to the DoubleWide, but she never seemed to recognize the others at all, and has made her own “family” with her Newcomers buddies. That family has been hit by the passing of Pumpkin, who Daffodil loved – we’ll see who she might bond with when her mourning is over.

Daffodil  (KN)

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Lisa Brill-Friesen, Brigid Coult, Karen Nicholson

Next week: Not orange!