A huge Snowshoe Siamese, orange and white, joined the crowd of cats in Mama M's carport one afternoon without invitation. He was excitable and ready for a fight. Unfortunately, he chose Tiger as his opponent. Poor Tiger began to look dogeared; he was never able to win bouts with Simeon.
Mama M borrowed a trap from the Humane Society, put cat food inside, and, bam, Simeon took the bait. While Simeon ate, Mama M locked the door. She then put the trap with Simeon inside into the trunk of her car and drove directly to the Humane Society shelter. Simeon was accepted, and Mama M returned home happy that Tiger would finally be safe.
A couple of weeks later, someone from the Humane Society called Mama M and told her that a lady wanted to adopt Simeon, who by that time had been neutered. "He's really a nice cat now," the caller said. "Will you give permission for him to be adopted?"
"OK," Mama M replied, "but not in MY neighborhood."
However, it wasn't two weeks before Simeon appeared in Mama M's carport again, eating out of the cat bowls with Little Bit and family. At first horrified, Mama M discovered that, yes, Simeon was a nice cat now, gentler, no longer a bully or a fighter. He purred when petted, loved to rub against Mama M's legs, and looked after the smaller cats.
Soon he was allowed in the house, where he became a constant companion to a black-and-white longhair named Masque, due to the shades around her eyes and over her head between her ears. Simeon also found his way into Mama M's lap.
2 comments:
Kitty,
I have been a cat lover for a lot of years.
We hear a lot of comments from cat haters that know nothing about cats and their personalities. This is disgusting.
I presently have a 14 year old Persian named Max. He doesn't realize that he is a cat. He is almost blind.
The grandchildren get fussed at more for scaring Max than anyting else.
Have a great Easter weekend.
C. Oxford
GetawayCrafts.com
Good to hear from you, coxford! I had a 16 year-old black and white domestic longhair whom I enjoyed all 16 years before her death. And I got a purebred orange and white Persian when he was 10 and loved him until his death at 18 last summer. He was a special treat! I'll write about these and post on the blog sometime. Tell me about Max's antics.
Thanks, Kitty
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