Tomorrow is National Feral Cat Day. For one year, our family had the pleasure of including one of the BEST cats we’ve ever had. Feral Fred. He “just showed up” one day in May of 2008, and by July of that year, was totaly domesticated and the friendliest cat people had ever met. My neighbor, Sharon and I joyfully fought as to who would keep him, as we both had been feeding him together, for months. I won, and after a trip to the vet for shots, and being Neutered, he came to live with us. He stayed inside all through the winter-happily- but got antsy in the Spring of 2009, so he went out in the day, and came in at night. He helped me build the pond and stream this year, as he “had” to roll in EVERY spot I dug, before I planted in it. He was the first to walk across the new bridge, the first creature to drink from the pond, and brought our family dinner of a vole or mouse every night, sometimes twice. A few days before the forth of July, Fred went out at the crack of dawn, as usual, and never came home. A neighbor called me later that day to say she has seen a coyote in my front yard that morning and to be careful. Not sure what ever became of Feral Fred. Would like to believe that someone scooped him up because he was so lovable. That’s what I’m going to believe.
Mattie is not a HUGE fan of our cats. And we have many. OK, we currently have 4. But, that is another story. Most of the cats either avoid Mattie as he is loud and runs a lot, or they try to get very close to him, as the think he is hurt, with all the strange noises he makes. Autistic children are not quiet children. At least in Mattie’s case. So while I am Farming on Farm Town, Mattie falls asleep behind me in our office couch, and he has some company that he is unaware of. Shhh….., don’t tell!!!
Let me start by saying: I LOVE dogs. All kinds. I’m not always so sure about their owners. Yes, I said it. Owners. Not human parents. And definitely not Mommy and Daddy. There are things about these owners that perplex me. Like how can they drive safely with a dog in their lap?? What if they stop short? Lovey Kins could fall right out the window- which is usually open in all weather conditions. What if the dog starts acting up and causes the driver to lose control of the car? Is this any less hazardous than driving while talking on the cell phone? And please do not bring your dog, no matter how cute and small, into ANY store other than the pet superstores that invite them. I have actually spoken to a woman with her small dog riding in the top of the carriage in Wal-Mart. “That is the SMALLEST seeing eye dog I have ever seen!!” , I said with a big grin. “Oh, she isn’t a seeing eye dog!”, her reply. “Shame on you for sneaking her in then!”, I said, still with a big grin. She blushed a deep crimson, and literately backed the carriage up and went hurriedly along. See, it’s not that I don’t WANT these dogs in stores. But there is a discrimination going on here. People look the at the bad judgments of dog owners, but GOD FORBID I want to bring my cat into Wal-Mart! I think my Maine Coon, Kelso, would love it- all 22 lbs. of him. I would put him in a harness. I would even buy one of those little dog carriers to put him in. I would dress him up in some dogie clothes, like a leather jacket. And even give him a hat or some shades. What ever it would take to make him more Dogie kingdom appropriate. but, that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Cats have a bad rap here in the States. They smother babies in their cribs, and claw furniture in the spare moments they are not napping. So I will continue to taunt dog owners that disrespect public etiquette, and change lanes when I see a poodle-Yorkie (porky??) with his small head hanging out the drivers side window, and wait for the day when all animals are created equal. And they all are welcome in Wal-Mart.