Inspire Me Monday
Are you are an animal lover like me, especially when it comes to strays? Be forewarned!
Just one piteous glance from a stray cat sends me scurrying for food, water and a comfy blanket, even if that stray is a mangy, flea-bitten, runny eyed, wild, tom cat. Well I think that after this last winter, I have become a bit more leery of scheming strays.
Last summer, my heart went out to a neglected wild cat who hung around our acreage. At first I left out bowls of food and water for him that were away from the doorways. Slowly I moved the dishes closer. At first he was skittish but after a month he would at least come in and hide under the kitchen table. After two months he did not run away when I came close. Soon, he was on my lap purring and scrambling for more and more petting. He was starved for affection.
However, when the snow fell, Amos refused to go outside or use the kitty litter. I literally had to chase or sneak up on the mangy beast, to throw him outside to do his business. No, he preferred the earthen floor in our cold storage. The stone cellar soon stank. Our huge home reeked on all three levels.
After I managed to sniff out all this cat’s indoor toilets, my husband decided that it was time to throw Amos back outside. Michael reasoned that Amos would eventually head over to our neighbours warm cattle barn and hunt all the mice he could eat.
A few nights later, when it was bitterly cold, I heard Amos scratching piteously at the door to the summer kitchen. I simply could not leave him out in -28 C weather. However, when we woke up, the stench in the house made our eyes water.
I finally tracked down a rocking chair with a throw, a bed and a chair in the library that this angry tom cat had sprayed and urinated on! He had never sprayed before in the house, urinated in the cellar yes but never sprayed. I washed blankets, a duffett, cushions and pillows in soap and vinegar and still had to throw out a chair and mattress!
Amos was furious at us and in righteous indignation he had punished us. Cats really do reign like mini lords, treating humans like their footman, lackey’s and indentured servants.
“Vengeance Is Mine”, saith the Lord…And the Cat.
Be forewarned and do not let a piteous countenance beguile you.
12 thoughts on “A Cautionary Tale For All Cat Lovers”
Yes I am, and I would!
I love this tale, I would have enjoyed the adventure of taming him too! But I guess once a wild beast?…. Great story Melanie Im a sucker for any animal that looks at me sideways, we have three cats all saved from the dairy shed for some reason or another…I had to stop after three……but then there is this neglected cat in my mothers neighborhood, a cute little thing from across the road who comes to visit when the kids walk outside ooohhhh I could pinch her, no body pays her any attention, she is left to wander the streets. She survived a tick bite recently as we found her under my mums water tank. The owners where away their friends took her and we thought that was it, she was that far gone the children were sad. Imagine our surprise when a couple of weeks later there she was waiting for my children to play with her…….I could pinch her but I wont.
you are a woman after my own heart
Great post! I like you am an animal lover. I would have every stray in my house if it were possible. Thanks for sharing
looks like you are another friend in the making
Great story! Sounds like Amos got the last “meow.” 😉
even better comment!
I felt for Amos when you decided to leave him out, he must have felt so hurt. Glad you let him in again!
I adopted my first pair of cats last October, Mr Kit-Kat (6) and Little Jet-Black (5), who both seem to be perfect gentlemen. Between stories like this and “My Cat From Hell”, I have to wonder sometimes, are they sick, am I doing something wrong, or are they really dogs in disguise? 🙂
ha.. some of my cats really have been dogs in disguise, walking the kids down our long lane for the bus and sleeping with the dog
I’m really enjoying these two guys. But I always thought cats move quietly – when they jump off what used to be the guest bed upstairs, and trundle down to see what I’m doing in the kitchen, it sounds like a pair of baby hippos. They are only knee-high to my smallest dog, and yet all three dogs can still sneak up on me. Go figure.
they must fell completely secure; they don’t have to sneak around