So, I’ve been prompted by my much admired friend and author
Anne to write an animal story. An animal
story, an animal story, I’ve been thinking and thinking and it’s so hard to
decide but here’s a try.
What I’ve found with my animals is what I’ve also found to
be true with the people in my life – they come when the time is right and they
may sometimes leave, come back, and leave again. This is most true with my cats – I’ve never
considered myself a “cat” person – they are as you know very independent and
seem to choose who they ultimately want to be with. I’ve now had several in my adult life – my
first cat “Tigger” a large gray cat that I have no idea why he was named
“Tigger” (as in Winnie the Pooh’s friend – seems like he should have been
orange but who knows!) Tigger came to live with me before I moved to the
Adirondacks. He was brought to me from a
friend who apparently had an extra cat that needed a home.
Tigger lived with me and my two dogs in my little Jersey
house – he moved to the Adirondacks slightly in advance of me – he moved into
the Stillwater Shop as I was selling my house and gradually moving and
combining my life with Frank and his one cat “Dave”. Combining lives never goes quite as hoped and
alas our great hope of integrating the cats was a colossal failure. After a couple of days in the Adirondacks and
several cat fights with flying fur in our garage Tigger up and
disappeared. I mourned and Dave the cat
happily strutted his stuff content to have his turf back to himself.
It was several months later that our neighbor called and
said – hey are you missing a cat? Hoping
beyond hope we hustled over and called out for “Tigger” suddenly this rather
fat gray cat came running and meowing right to me – he had been pilfering from
the neighbors cats for months. I scooped
him up and brought him back to Jersey where he stayed with me and kept me
company while Frank was living here and I was still down state – both of us
happy for the company - until I made my final journey finally leaving the
Jersey life behind. We moved Tigger into
the “round” house as it was called back then which is now Northern Lights. He lived here for a while but was never quite
content – eventually another neighbor called and informed me that she had a
gray cat sleeping on her bed and would like to keep him if I wouldn’t
mind. Sadly I realized he would
obviously be much happier there! Tigger
lived out the rest of his days in her care – quite happily at that. And my house became much happier without an
unhappy cat.
Hansel at Northern Lights
But that’s not the end of my cats. After an exasperating season of mice coming
into the house there came Hansel. Hansel
came from the Otter Creek stables and also turned quickly into a large black & white cat
much loved by my family. He took up
residence here with our Doberman, Greta and put her quickly in her place. He was joined over time by our barn cats
outside and couldn’t quite decide if he liked them being around. Hansel would come and go from the house –
spending more time inside obviously in the winter than the rest of the
year. We respected his turf and did not
allow any more kitties indoors. He
graced us with his presence for several years until Charlie moved in.
Greta
The story of why Charlie moved in will have to come at
another time but let’s just say Charlie is a little Jack Russell from the
shelter who moved in and to say “freaked out” Hansel would be an
understatement. The cat that flattened
the Doberman could not quite figure out this little dog. Sooooo it wasn’t too awful long before the
same neighbor was calling me up AGAIN saying hey – your cat is moving in and
I’d like to keep him if you don’t
mind! Once again my cat had
divorced me! Our family was saddened to
say the least – children don’t quite understand – I’ve taken it as fate – sadly
I am not destined to be loved by a cat any time soon. Hansel
is quite happy and content in his non-dog occupied home and his new Mom and Dad
are just thrilled to have him in their lives.
I am happy to see him bring joy to their lives and them to his.
This isn't Charlie of course but it pictures him perfectly! That little dog can teach us alot!
We do still have two barn cats outside – Maggie Mae and
Bella Donna – they have figured out how to quickly evacuate the scene when they
hear the dog collar jingling up the path from the house. They perch on cabinets or hay piles in the
barn safe from the reach of Charlie. We’ve
had a couple of other cats over the years that eventually disappeared as outside
cats do; seems I’ve never had a cat content to stay indoors. These two little girl cats are survivors –
They did not like each other at first but came to an agreement - they can climb
the tallest trees around the house and know how to get down; I have had to dig
them trenches in the snow this winter to prevent them from being trapped under
the hay shed and they have so far evaded the many predators in the Adirondacks
and that would include the infamous Charlie.
They love their little heated water bowl and I’d probably have fewer
mice if I fed the cats a little less.
Here at least in the barn a balance has come to exist – perhaps because
balance as in life is essential in any horse barn. I think these two cats may actually like me
after all but they probably would stop with like…after all the jingling dog
collar is always followed by me walking up the path. So I’ve told the kids no more kittens! But I hate to confess I’d probably be the
first one to cave in to a little whiskered face even though I should know
better. I’ll need to read this
periodically to remind myself I am not destined to be loved by a cat but apparently I can raise little kittens to be loved by
others!
Bella Donna
My Maggie Mae
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