Woke up around four this morning with one of the manifestations of this bug I’ve been fighting. I had help, though. Sucha, the newest cat in the house, formerly the outside cat, felt me move and he determined that I’d be well served with a proper snuggle.
This is Sucha:
Sucha Cat. Fierce beast, ain’t he?
HE? Surprise One. He’s neutered. Surprise Two. He LOVES being next to a human, where he luxuriates at being petted and he rubs and snuggles and purrs.
I’ve had many a cat, including Shadow, who’s among my current menagerie. Shadow was only slightly domesticated. After over THREE years of living completely indoors, she’s still skittish. Sucha walked in the door under his own steam Friday evening (of course I’ve been feeding and petting him for months) and has become one of the friendliest of my bunch, from the standpoint of initiating and maintaining human contact.
And then there’s that ‘neutered’ thing, a condition not normally attributed to feral cats.
Sucha was somebody’s pet.
Early on in my contact with Sucha, when he was still ‘Outside Cat’, I inquired about lost cats, watched the community bulletin board, and nobody came looking for a personable male cat of grey, broken tabby pattern with brown undertones. I developed the routine of dumping him a cup of food, watered him, sitting on the steps while he wound his sleek carcass around me, desiring affection, all on his own volition. This wasn’t one of those ‘let’s tame a feral cat’ sequences. This is an abandoned cat.
That means that SOMEBODY had a family pet, a sweet cat that sat on people’s laps, purring, preening, adding a little bit of wild grace and poetry to a home, and they abandoned that piece of love and life.
Truly sad.
This one has a happy ending. I get another good cat. could’ve been bad, though. Complaints bring Animal Control, who traps strays, takes them to the ‘shelter’ where if they’re still around in a week, they’re NOT around any more.
Ah, what should I expect? Probably Obama supporters, to boot…
