When I was seven my mother sent me out on an errand on day to our local corner grocery store. The friendly store owner had kittens to give away and asked me if I wanted one. I ran back home and before my mother could object I convinced her to let me bring one gray, irresistibly cute tabby home. Placing our new family member in a cardboard box for the short walk back to the house, I was further smitten by his “cuteness” when he poked his head through the space between the closed flaps to watch the world go by. I learned early on that cats are therapy animals.
Archive | October, 2014
The dictionary states that “feral” describes an animal that has escaped and assumes a wild state. This word is used when referring to anti-social behavior from cats but believe it or not, children raised in isolation with little or no contact with other humans become feral as well.
One memorable summer a female feral cat made her home underneath my tool shed. She was very thin, spooked easily and wouldn't let me come near her. I would leave food out for her but she would only emerge from hiding to eat it when I had disappeared.
I don't get it. Why does my cat choose to sleep on bags? You name it: computer bags, tote bags, shoulder bags, back packs and even scrunchy plastic bags.
For years I thought that he equated bags with travel. Whenever he saw me bring out my luggage a few night's before an imminent trip he knew either mama was leaving our nest or the both of us were going to go to noisy places with bright lights. Uncomfortable, hectic places where Munsch (my cat's name) would have to be put into a carrier which curtailed any further physical activity for almost two days. Basically, life as he knew it would become a topsy-turvy world where curious, threatening eyes would stare at him with great intent pushing him further back in his portable cage.