Never Feed a Stray Cat

catA stray cat began hanging around our house this week. Actually, it is more of a kitten that has reached the stage when you realize that, like other kittens, it will eventually become a cat. It was wearing a pink collar.

I had to run it out from under the car to be sure we didn’t run over it. I thought it would go home. “Scat, kitty!”

I later caught my grandson playing with it. “You can’t have that cat,” I said. “It has on a collar. It belongs to someone.”

It spent the night on the patio on top of the gas grill. “Don’t you dare feed that cat,” I told my grandson. “It will never go home if you feed it. It must be lost.”

We checked with the neighbors, and no one claimed it. “Maybe it belongs across the street. They have cats.” It had to belong to someone; it had on a collar.

“I don’t want another cat. We have a cat, not to mention two dogs and a fish,” I said.

The next night it was again on top of the gas grill crying. “It can’t come inside. It belongs to someone and they will be looking for it.” It would not stop crying. It was driving me nuts.

I noticed my big guy continuing to make trips to the kitchen during the evening. Every time he came back there was a cat report.

“It’s really getting hungry.”

“It’s crying to come inside.”

“It’s afraid.”

“It is going to starve to death.”

“Do you want to be responsible for starving an animal to death?”

Finally, I could stand it no longer. “All right, let it inside but it’s going to be YOUR cat!” He couldn’t get to the door fast enough, and soon the kitten was inside gleefully drinking a saucer of milk.

When my grandson could not find the cat outside, he was upset. “Have you seen…. the CAT!!??” The cat was sitting on the back of the sofa smiling.

“What’s that cat doing inside? Can we keep it? Can it be my cat? Can I name it?”

I still held out hope that it belonged across the street. Fat chance. When we checked, the neighbor said it had hung out at his house for a day or two, then got in a fight with his cat and he hasn’t seen it since. Of course not, it lives on my gas grill now.

Maybe we could put up a sign, “Found, gray and white cat with pink collar.” We made the sign, but no one called.

The cat has moved in lock, stock and barrel now. It climbs on our laps and purrs. It gets in the beds at night. It finds cat toys like pens, string, paper wads and anything that dares to move. A scratch on its lip from the neighbor’s catfight makes it appear to constantly be smiling. I’m sure that it is just the scratch.

“Did you ever think that cat would be inside when we couldn’t find it?” my grandson asked. No, I didn’t think so, but that was wishful thinking.

The cat now owns the house, chasing its own tail, climbing on the furniture, eating us out of house and home, and tormenting the dogs. It has catnip toys, a name, and an appointment with the vet for a checkup and shots.

And that’s how we ended up being adopted by the stray cat. But it has on a pink collar – it must belong to someone.

©2004

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About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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3 Responses to Never Feed a Stray Cat

  1. energywriter says:

    Good job, Sheila, both the rescue and the story. Humorous look at how we are adopted by pets. According to my grandmother the full M on her forehead means she’ll be a good mouser. sd

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  2. geezer94 says:

    My neighbor to my left feeds stray, and field cats … my neighbor to my right has several cats and Gretchen is in the middle exercising her barking to a fine art … only on rainy days is there a small measure of peace and quiet … awesome read!
    g

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