It’s been two years since we’ve been ‘blessed’ with an invasion of darling, homeless kittens in need of a home. We haven’t been sad over that fact either! Yesterday, however, that changed as a feisty little tom cat showed up at our door in need of a good meal and some petting. We have, however, have this situation figured out ahead of time. Once we ascertained that said cat was, indeed, homeless, we fixed up a bed on the porch, provided food and water, and made an appointment with the vet for neutering and vaccines. Next on the schedule, an appointment with a no-kill shelter that keeps all the cats they accept until they find them homes. If they can’t find a home, they get to stay at the very nice shelter. We discovered the place with the last two stray kittens that came our way . . . and, yes, we do have to find out where the neighborhood cats posted the ‘sucker’ sign on our property and remove it.
Anyway, the kitten is darling, still trying to grow into his feet, very friendly, and able to fend off any much bigger cats that try to take his food. My daughter claims the cat is her son. I told her that illegitimate babies have to be adopted out. She insists that we can keep him and tell the neighbors that WE adopted him. I told her the family resemblance was too obvious.
How sad that a grown (NOT mature!) woman would stoop to stealing a moment from a little girl. And, the fact that no one who witnessed this stood up for what was right. In fact, her friends congratulated her on something she hadn’t accomplished.
“It is of interest to note that while some dolphins are reported to have learned English — up to fifty words used in correct context — no human being has been reported to have learned dolphinese.”
— Carl Sagan
This cat has a long story behind how she came to live with us. She only comes into the house to harass our ‘chosen’ cat. They have a love/hate relationship heavy on the hate side. We can always tell when there has been an altercation long after the cats have left the room but the color of the fur left behind.
Fresh is feral when it suits her. There are times, I can pick her up and times when she will take a swat at us if we pass by what she determines is her space. She is an outside cat by her choice but comes in every night to sleep in the garage where there is food, water, and a comfy bed. She visits the vet regularly. We have a nice vet who can bandage a human ‘paw’ as well as a cat’s paw. Don’t ask my husband how he knows that!
Fresh does have a real weakness for getting brushed BUT you have to watch for her to have had enough of the attention so you can clear your hands from her attack space.
“Wherever there is animal worship, there is human sacrifice.”