Diary of a Cat Adoption
by Traute Klein, biogardener
Cats do not get adopted. They adopt the owner whom they like.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Today, I picked up the five-year-old male Siamese cat after reading an ad about him in the Winnipeg Free Press. He has lived in several homes in he last few months since his human mommy died, but he was not happy in any of them. He is used to being the only four-legged pet in the house, and all the other homes already had either a dog or a cat. In the home where I met him, he had to be locked in a room to keep him and the other male cat in the house from killing each other.He is a beautiful light-colored lilac-point Siamese with white paws and light blue eyes. He felt comfortable with me immediately and settled down on the chesterfield besided me, ignoring everyone else in the room. Within 5 minutes, he let me put a harness on him without complaint. I held him on my lap all the way home, and he curiously checked out all the cars along the way, receiving many admiring glances from drivers in the lane beside us.
As soon as he entered our house, he sniffed out every room to make sure that there was no trace of any other pet around. When he was satisfied that only humans lived in the house, he planted himself on a pillowcase stuffed full of catnip and slept for the rest of the day.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Now he needs a name. Nobody knows what his first mommy called him, and she can't tell us, because she is now in heaven. He has been called Paws as well as Buddy recently, but he does not answer to either of those names. Well, I don't like them either.I telephoned the Humane Society to see if they had a record of the tattoo in his ear, but that tattoo is not the kind which is given in the province of Manitoba, so I could not find out his name that way.
I already have a nickname for the little rascal, "The Night Prowler." At 11 p.m. last night, he decided that he wanted to go outside and led me to the door. So I put on his harness and leash and out we went. We had a heavy snowfall the night before, and, true to being Siamese, he would not walk along the path I had shovelled. He dragged me through the highest snow. He also wanted me to join him under every car.
Of course, he left his scratches on every telephone pole along the way. Every few yards, he rolled over so I could pet his belly and untangle the leash.
If I had not gotten too cold for me, we would probably still be prowling through the backlanes of the neighborhood. I finally picked him up and carried him into the house, because I could not convince him that it was too cold outside. Of course, he was wearing his fur coat.
Well, I still have not found a good name for this cat.
Sunday, December 12, 2003
The lady from whom I got my sweetheart told me that he is very quiet. Well, that sounds unusual for a Siamese cat, and I soon found out that this cat is no exception. He certainly gets very noisy when he tries to tell me what he wants, for example to go out and romp in the snow in the middle of the night.Yesterday, I brought home some Chinese barbecued duck and he would have ripped the grocery bag to pieces if he could have reached it. Last night, I let the left-over bones simmer to make broth, and this duck-lover went crazy all night long with the lovely aroma wafting through the house.
I don't blame him. I am rather partial to duck myself.
Now he is sitting here on my lap all contented. He needs to catch up on his beauty sleep after the fuss he made during the night.
Sunday, December 19, 2003
This afternoon, he was in the deep snow of the back yard for the first time, sniffing out the raspberry bushes. They have the scent of neighborhood cats on them, I am sure, because my garden has always been the local cat paradise. We had a fairly mild day, and he would have stayed out all day if I had let him.Thursday, January 1, 2003
My new companion tried his best to keep me awake to enter the new year. He spent most of the night walking around on me as I tried to sleep. He mostly lies curled up on my tummy or legs, but last night, every 10 minutes or so, he would stand up, turn 360°, and start washing himself all over. Eventually, I got used to the routine and slept right through it.© Traute Klein, biogardenerToday, he is starting the year off right by celebrating, wanting to eat all day long. He is also getting very demanding wanting to go outside continually.
You know what? I don't mind it. I like cats with character, and he has lots of it.
But he still does not have a name.
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