One ours cats must’ve used 8 of its lives in one go a few weeks ago…..
The cat in question I called Lady Jane (also beautiful, gorgeous), mum calls it MumPuss. We thought it was one of the farm cats, we have a lot, all feral, the majority of them we cannot get near. But since its escapades we’re thinking differently.
It turns out that the cat in question is male not female…..we had began to wonder, as he never had any kittens. It also turns out that he has been neutered and that he is middle aged to old……he’s only been around our yard 3/4 years. He’s as good as gold in a cat basket……to get a feral cat in a cat basket would be pretty impossible.
We first noticed him when he adopted our long haired German Shepherd, and lived with him and the ankle snapper Jack Russell in their kennel (we thought he’d grown up with Ted), he was know as Ted’s cat. When Ted sadly passed away, and the ankle snapper came to live inside, the cat (Mad Mog as I now call him), took to spending time at the back door, and spending time with the ankle snapper. He got so he would let my dad brush him ( he’s gorgeous long haired predominately white with black patches), and let us fuss him up, he’s now under your feet until you give him treats. We’ve never been able to pick him up.
Anyway, the beautiful boy he is, is a bit of a scavenger. Put any food or treats out for the cats, he’s the boss, he will almost inhale what’s put in front of him, and swipe any other cats trying to get near the food, or attack them if they’ve got food.
Right back to the story…….
On the Friday morning, just chatting to my dad, he said, could you go to the vet and have a look at this cat and see if it’s one of ours… Instantly I said what cat? I’d seen something on Facebook about a white cat being rescued from a local fishing lake, but that was it, it crossed my mind that it might be the one that is usually at the back door, but no-one had said anything to me at home so I didn’t think anymore of it, the cat often disappeared for a few days at a time….he was a yard cat they do that. Anyway, Dad said, there’s a photo of it, so he duly found me the photo, instantly I said it was ours….the parents and sister wasn’t sure. So off I went to the Vets when it opened, he was a little timid in the basket, but it was definitely our cat. The vet who showed him to me, said that was the first time he had reacted to anyone when I spoke to him. £150ish later that afternoon after borrowing a basket from the in laws, I collected the boy. He was a good as gold in the basket, really quiet, he perked up when he saw my car, but then laid down quite happily. When I opened the car door at home is when he really perked up, he recognised where he was. I got him inside, put the basket on the floor, as soon as he see the ankle snapper, he started the kneading (or treading grapes as I call it, others say bread making). We took him to outside of the back door, he leisurely strolled out of the basket, started rubbing around everyone wait for treats.
What happed to him, well……
We have fishing lakes (or ponds as I like to call them) around quarter of a mile away from us, the lakes have a lot of visitors from opening time at 7am to closing time at dusk. This particular Wednesday morning, a couple of guys had patiently been waiting for the gate to open at 7am. On arrival at the lake, they noticed an animal about half way across the lake with its head in something. One of the guys swam out to get it. It turns out that it was a cat with its head stuck in a Quavers crisp packet. When they took the crisp packet off its head, some of the crisps fell out, so they know it wasn’t done deliberately. They don’t know how long he had been in there, but they resuscitated him, and took him off to the vets. Apparently it had been put over Facebook, but I hadn’t seen it (I have it but don’t spend hours on it). All the vets needed to do for him, was put him on a drip, give him antibiotics, and something to make him eat, because he has food constantly there for him at home (our cats however feral, never go hungry, they always have dry cat food available for them), he is otherwise really healthy.
This morning, like most since he came home, he was at the back door waiting for his treats. We have others come for treats, so, as he’s reasonably tame, he’s given a treat one at a time whilst being fussed up, and a few are put to the side for the others who eat slowly. The other cats have now worked out what I do, Mad Mog hasn’t (he’s getting food, he doesn’t care!) so its a win win for all, other wise he bats them out of the way and hoovers up what’s left!!
With everything that has happened and how he reacts to certain things – the cat basket, the scavenging, inhaling/hoovering food, the affection- I’m convinced that he had been in a family with dogs, was abandoned, and found our farm and Ted and decided to stay.
He really is a gorgeous boy…….Had I been able, I would have given him a home as a house cat, but saying that, he seems perfectly happy where he is now……..