Cats. Gotta love ’em. I love ’em anyway. I come from a long line of cat lovers. All the way back one generation to like the 60’s. My parents were and my sisters are all cat people. We’ve always taken cats in, fed cats, and tried to care for those small and interesting creatures the best we could. I can’t tolerate seeing a cat in the bitter cold or extreme heat. I always do my best to help a cat in need. I earned the nickname of the ‘cat whisperer’ in these here parts. Actually, that would be from the piece of property from the neighbor on the right to the neighbor on the left. I’ve taken strays to the vet for shots, de-worming, de-fleaing, runny noses, crusty eyes, limps, cut skulls, etc. Usually the wounded or suffering end up being added to the family. No more than one or two at any given time, but if there’s a need we try to accommodate. In addition to my family, my friend Joan is also a proud cat person. As we’d eat our lunch together nearly every day at my desk, we’d often fill the time by looking up cat pictures and videos. So darned cute. There is even a website devoted to cute at http://www.cuteoverload.com.
A few years ago, Joan found herself in the position of having not one but two different litters of kittens along with the mother cats hanging around her yard. She went through the process of capturing them in transport cages, getting them spayed and neutered, trying to keep straw and warm outside housing, making sure they didn’t starve, and just basically tried to make sure they didn’t perish in the cruel world they were thrust into through no fault of their own. She was successful to a degree as cats were adopted by a neighbor or found other homes. We like to think they all found somewhere else to live anyway. We used to kid each other that some day we’d be known as the crazy cat ladies. I’d like to think cat ladies are not crazy, just a little overly kind and nieve. We’ve all seen episodes of Hoarders though, so I know some of those people are bat-guano crazy. (Bat guano – a term learned from Ace Ventura When Nature Calls with the uber-talented Jim Carrey.) It doesn’t always end well for the flattened petrified cat found under a box of magazines from 1968 somewhere. We would kid each about what would ever happen to us when we were little old ladies — well, old anyway. I don’t know so much about the little part. I always imagined the obituary would read something like this:
The Lord called his faithful follower home yesterday after dying from natural causes. She was found in Fir Tree Park surrounded by cats devotedly standing guard until she was transported from the scene. Well, they were sitting around licking their butts which we’d like to think was devotion. She was a loving daughter, sister, mother, grandmother, and aunt. A blog writer and retired administrative assistant for a large insurance company, the departed was born in Chicago, Illinois and more recently resided at the Live Here and Die Retirement Home. She recently needed to be relocated due to the numerous cats gathered on the property. A statement released from LHAD advised they attempted to work with her, but discovered she had been using her dresser drawers and large plastic storage containers stuffed with sheets and pillowcases from her bed as cat shelters. They also reported finding bits and pieces of grilled cheese sandwiches and oatmeal cookies around the premises thought to be a food source for the fur babies. Management had counseled the resident and attempted to help house the numerous cats invading the property, but no sooner than one go up was disbursed a different group of felines would appear. It was uncanny. The meowing was very disruptive and unsettling to the other residents, and some were allergic to the animals. On a positive note, the Administrator of LHAD confirmed there had been no rodent issues on the property during her residency. Her death was a sad end to an otherwise relatively good life. In lieu of flowers, please feed the wildlife in your area or donate to your local shelter, just avoid the LHAD Home. Rest in Peace, Cat Whisperer. P.S. She really was bat-guano crazy… Sandy