How well I remember our elderly cat who went on vacation and returned with an attitude
The Special Needs Of Old Cats Caring For Your Elderly Feline
I am guilty of not remembering the name of a special cat of my childhood. The older I become the more I love cats and forget things such as names.
Well, Cat lived outdoors and would sneak in the house from time to time. My mother did not want animals in the house (well, other than we three sons). The attitude was rooted in an incident from my mother's childhood on the farm, on a day when a goat got in the house at a time when my grandmother was any-day-due with a child. Not pleasant. Not for the people and not for the goat. The goat returned to the outdoors and my grandmother soon gave birth to a healthy little girl.
But I digress. Cat visited the back door of our house every day signally meal time. This was in the 50s and we fed the cat from a can of what I suspect was the cheapest cat food at the grocery store. Can and large spoon in hand, I walked to the back of the yard where a long unused chicken coop sat. The top was a good height for a cat leap and a good height for me to spoon out cat food. I believe the cat got half a can of food a day. I was adept at spooning out the food and breaking it into small hunks for the cat. After impressive gobbles, Cat sat patiently licking any morsel that remained. Where Cat got water I have no idea.
Cat lived with us for several years and then disappeared. It was more than a year later when Cat returned and scratched on the screen door. I understood the body language and the meow. Time to eat. I checked the cupboard and sure enough, a cat food can remained. Can, spoon, Cat, chicken coop. I'm sure that I read an indignant attitude in the cat. "It's late; where was my food?"
Cat ate and I went to bed. The next afternoon Cat was at the back door. More cans had been laid in and the routine returned. I do not remember how long the cat stayed. One day I realized that the cat was not at the door. Cat disappeared and never saw him again.
I am guilty of not remembering the name of a special cat of my childhood. The older I become the more I love cats and forget things such as names.
Well, Cat lived outdoors and would sneak in the house from time to time. My mother did not want animals in the house (well, other than we three sons). The attitude was rooted in an incident from my mother's childhood on the farm, on a day when a goat got in the house at a time when my grandmother was any-day-due with a child. Not pleasant. Not for the people and not for the goat. The goat returned to the outdoors and my grandmother soon gave birth to a healthy little girl.
But I digress. Cat visited the back door of our house every day signally meal time. This was in the 50s and we fed the cat from a can of what I suspect was the cheapest cat food at the grocery store. Can and large spoon in hand, I walked to the back of the yard where a long unused chicken coop sat. The top was a good height for a cat leap and a good height for me to spoon out cat food. I believe the cat got half a can of food a day. I was adept at spooning out the food and breaking it into small hunks for the cat. After impressive gobbles, Cat sat patiently licking any morsel that remained. Where Cat got water I have no idea.
Cat lived with us for several years and then disappeared. It was more than a year later when Cat returned and scratched on the screen door. I understood the body language and the meow. Time to eat. I checked the cupboard and sure enough, a cat food can remained. Can, spoon, Cat, chicken coop. I'm sure that I read an indignant attitude in the cat. "It's late; where was my food?"
Cat ate and I went to bed. The next afternoon Cat was at the back door. More cans had been laid in and the routine returned. I do not remember how long the cat stayed. One day I realized that the cat was not at the door. Cat disappeared and never saw him again.
