Poor little Spookie Cat. I don’t know whether to run him off the property or nurture him, so help me please. He seems so…abandoned somehow, big chunks of fur missing, his back paw skinned to the bone, one ear with puncture marks, a scratch under his left eye…Our cats are In and Out, In and Out but they look well fed with thick shiny coats of fur, no battle scars so…… When, where, how, why did it go so wrong for little Spookie Cat?
A new family moved in to the neighborhood a while back. They seemed okay…They didn’t have two heads or three eyes, just a friendly Mom, two sweet kiddies and a father figure who went to work early, came home late, always with nary a smile, but some folk are just like that, said Momma. They had a ratty tatty cream colored cat that spent a lot of time in the front window.
One day, when Momma was talking to the Friendly Mom, a second cat, grey and white, little Spookie Cat, came and wound himself around their ankles. The friendly Mom said that when they moved Spookie had been disoriented, ran away and now two months later the Animal Control had phoned them that their cat had been found, did they want it back, because another family would keep it. The story sounded plausible, a happy ending. Momma bought it because she likes to see the good in people, don’t we all?
Who knows, who knows? A couple of months later their ratty tatty cream cat was found by a neighbor, obviously done in by one of those drivers who believe they are in a Formula One Race on our residential street because of its hill, twists and turns, we believed. So sad. Since the Friendly Mom was not home, Momma and other neighbours called Animal Control, in a bid to save Ratty Tatty’s life. Unfortunately all the Friendly Mom and the Father Figure got was a bil,l since Ratty Tatty had succumbed to his injuries. So sad.
Still the family had little Spookie Cat until sometime this winter…No one knows the why’s or wherefores…what we know is poor little Spookie Cat appears to be homeless. Sometime this winter, Wonder Boy, who sees, feels and even hears the unspoken, called Momma to see his condition. He was skin and bones, and severely beaten up by the Ferals, maybe even the Forest Freak. He hounds us to come inside, to pet him, please love him.
Thankfully, our Bad Boy Andy and Calico Diva Gen do love him so will spend hours in the sun beside him…but Clem-Kadiddle-Hopper, not so much. Remember, Clem has spent years trying to break the inner circle so for him, little Spookie Cat better wait in line. Charlie, well she abides Gen, but hisses at any other cat. She would frighten poor little Spookie Cat even more than he is right now and he is a hot mess.
So what to do about our little Spookie?…I could handle another cat but I can not endure hissing, snarling and all round bad vibes. Thank goodness we have a nice little garage he can live in. Meanwhile, I will work on Momma and Wonder Boy, both of whom have tender hearts and one day soon, paw toes crossed, when I see little Spookie, I can say, ‘Welcome to Kitty Club Med.’ I am on it. Trust me.
