I have issues with the garage down the street. It keeps providing me with cats. Cats that I do not want to care for, but whom I always end up caring for and falling in love with. Last month, when I was trying to trap one of my elusive boys, when I discovered a new cat. I mentioned him in a previous post. Cow was a stinker who almost went in the trap but didn’t then made
sure to look at me when he trotted past the car. I decided to try getting Cow on a regular feeding schedule in hopes of making trapping him easier. It has taken me several weeks to get a schedule set for both of us. He now gets fed between 7 and 8:30 at night. And this past week I think he has started to realize that I provide a regular meal.
One of the first things I do when I start feeding on a regular schedule is to try assessing for age and temperament. A handsome black and white cat, Cow is probably a little too old to be socialized. He seems to be somewhere around a year old. He is nervous but curious. A very eager eater! He learns quickly too, as I stated above he seems to have latched on to this idea of regular meals. Sometime when I first started feeding him, probably about the time I took a guess at his age, it occurred to me that Cow might be related to the kittens I pulled last fall and fostered. He looks so much like Pendragon, my little black and white boy (not that this means much, lots of b&w’s in this neighborhood) and he looks the same age. When I trapped
Pendragon, Morgan LeFay and Vivain, I missed their brother, a handsome black and white kitten with a tail injury. Now I don’t know if their “lost” sibling was a boy, nor do I know if Cow really is from the same litter (his tail does, from a distance, appear to have any damage to it).
But thinking he is their brother makes me a little happier. It puts me at ease a bit, thinking that the kitten whose fate I have so long wondered about might just have survived a tail injury and a very harsh winter. Stranger things have happened.
So here is to Cow, the kitten who may have survived; and to the stories we tell ourselves to get through the day, and make the work we do a little easier.