12/10/2025
✨The Story of the Colony Cat Nobody Liked… Until They Did✨
Every colony has that cat.
You know… the one everyone has a nickname for, and not a single one of those names is flattering.
This colony’s troublemaker was a big orange tom who had apparently made it his life mission to annoy every human in a three-house radius. One outdoorsy neighbor said any time he put something nice outside- literally anything- this cat would march over and p*e on it like he was blessing it.
Another person said he’d beat up the cats she fed.
A third complained that he’d finish eating and then spray the plate just to make sure nobody else could enjoy the buffet.
One man even asked if he could pay us to take this cat away. Not adopt him. Not love him. Pay us to please, please, PLEASE remove this menace.
So yeah… he wasn’t exactly well-liked. And he definitely wasn’t friendly. But he was part of the colony, and we don’t relocate feral cats. So back he would go. We explained (multiple times) that neutering would help a LOT, and we begged everyone to keep feeding him and give him a chance.
TNR day went perfect.
We trapped who we needed, everyone got fixed, all recovered well.
Then it was time to bring them home.
Every single cat had a neighbor waiting for them- like they were picking up their kid from daycare.
Except the orange tom.
But HE strutted out like he owned the whole street. Tail high. Feeling amazing. And then… he vanished. No one saw him again.
And honestly? It made me sad. Even the troublemakers deserve a soft place to land.
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Fast forward a month or two.
We were helping someone down the road, like, quite a ways from the original colony. She was excited we’d help her neighbor and said she tried not to get attached to the cats, but there was one she really loved. An orange boy her granddaughter named Creamsicle. He came almost every day but sometimes skipped a day or two.
Then she said, “But a little while ago he disappeared for a few days and scared me half to death! When he came back he had this ear injury.”
We showed her a picture of an ear tip.
Her: “HEY!!! THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT MY BOY HAS! I thought he got in a fight!”
Us: 😅
Yup.
It was him.
The neighborhood menace.
The food-plate sprayer.
The cat nobody wanted.
He had his very own people.
He had a NAME.
He had a HOME.
And she said that ever since those few days away, he hadn’t been howling, wasn’t spraying, and was sticking way closer to the house. She had a bed set up for him and fed him three times a day- gourmet retirement life.
We even got to see him again. He didn’t look like that beat-up tom anymore. He looked… proud. Healthy. A little chunky even. And genuinely happy.
They still can’t touch him, but they’re getting closer every day. And he absolutely knows where he belongs.
The cat nobody liked ended up being the cat somebody loved the most.
TNR magic at its finest. 🧡🐾