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Chapter 1.
Contact and Touch
I have been saying for quite some time how I’ve been attending to this ex-alley cat for a several years – a couple in the alley, and a few years now here on the property, without ‘being able to touch him’.
Well, I must confess to my error.
I have touched him every day for years.
He, Cheetah, and his ‘guardian’, Red Rover where lying in their new spot against the north wall of the house, under the patio roof, near my ‘cage’. They have been doing this several days now, so I know to put food and water where they currently laze, and have been sliding a one-gallon ice bottle in where they are for some cooling. Initially they would evacuate the spot, and return when I was done. They now just sort of hang out. They know what I am up to and re OK with it.
And today, on my way back in, Cheetah was DRAPED OVER THE TOP OF THE BOTTLE.
And somehow I knew, that though we had never made CONTACT’, we have been touching each other’s lives for many years.
Cheetah is not well. He’s lost a lot of weight. And he seems to have gone quite deaf.
There is no way we can snag him let alone afford ANY additional vet bills. He has lived out a protected, provided for life, with company. He has seen and had options for other places and spaces, but has opted to stay here.
Am I relieved that Red Rover has taken on caring for him, the same way he watched over Patches when she was declining.
And Maddi inside, has her hands FULL being the ‘curing cat’ for Cumulus, Nimbus, AND myself. When I lie down, she will come and ‘hold my hand’, laying her paws over them.
Thank mew, Cheetah!
Chapter 2
A Story of Departure...
It got to be obvious that Patches was not doing well. But she was a feral. Not mean or aggressive, just not trusting of us vertical cats.
The last time I saw her, I was sitting on the patio, and she and Cheetah, her constant companion since becoming ill, walked past a few feet away.
I made the chirp noise I usually do, and they both stopped. She looked me square in the eye for several seconds. I said, ‘I would get you help if you would only let me.’
I saw in her eyes, ‘Thank you. For everything you’ve done. Saving me (us). Sheltering and feeding us. But I am a feral, and I this is how I am.’
The two were inseparable for a while. And all over the property.
And then she was gone.
I’ve no idea where she went to expire. I never found anything of her on the grounds.
I am SO grateful that Cheetah looked after her. It was awesome to watch the two of them.
Cheetah is still quite feral. In about six years of feeding, and four years on the grounds, I still cannot touch him. But e does look me in the eye, and he does talk to me.
Bless him.
I fear it is now nearing Cheetah's time to take his leave. He has been exactly as Patches had been.
And gratefully and gracefully, he has a companion n Red Rover as he travels towards his transition.
Crap! I'm crying!
Contact and Touch
I have been saying for quite some time how I’ve been attending to this ex-alley cat for a several years – a couple in the alley, and a few years now here on the property, without ‘being able to touch him’.
Well, I must confess to my error.
I have touched him every day for years.
He, Cheetah, and his ‘guardian’, Red Rover where lying in their new spot against the north wall of the house, under the patio roof, near my ‘cage’. They have been doing this several days now, so I know to put food and water where they currently laze, and have been sliding a one-gallon ice bottle in where they are for some cooling. Initially they would evacuate the spot, and return when I was done. They now just sort of hang out. They know what I am up to and re OK with it.
And today, on my way back in, Cheetah was DRAPED OVER THE TOP OF THE BOTTLE.
And somehow I knew, that though we had never made CONTACT’, we have been touching each other’s lives for many years.
Cheetah is not well. He’s lost a lot of weight. And he seems to have gone quite deaf.
There is no way we can snag him let alone afford ANY additional vet bills. He has lived out a protected, provided for life, with company. He has seen and had options for other places and spaces, but has opted to stay here.
Am I relieved that Red Rover has taken on caring for him, the same way he watched over Patches when she was declining.
And Maddi inside, has her hands FULL being the ‘curing cat’ for Cumulus, Nimbus, AND myself. When I lie down, she will come and ‘hold my hand’, laying her paws over them.
Thank mew, Cheetah!
Chapter 2
A Story of Departure...
It got to be obvious that Patches was not doing well. But she was a feral. Not mean or aggressive, just not trusting of us vertical cats.
The last time I saw her, I was sitting on the patio, and she and Cheetah, her constant companion since becoming ill, walked past a few feet away.
I made the chirp noise I usually do, and they both stopped. She looked me square in the eye for several seconds. I said, ‘I would get you help if you would only let me.’
I saw in her eyes, ‘Thank you. For everything you’ve done. Saving me (us). Sheltering and feeding us. But I am a feral, and I this is how I am.’
The two were inseparable for a while. And all over the property.
And then she was gone.
I’ve no idea where she went to expire. I never found anything of her on the grounds.
I am SO grateful that Cheetah looked after her. It was awesome to watch the two of them.
Cheetah is still quite feral. In about six years of feeding, and four years on the grounds, I still cannot touch him. But e does look me in the eye, and he does talk to me.
Bless him.
I fear it is now nearing Cheetah's time to take his leave. He has been exactly as Patches had been.
And gratefully and gracefully, he has a companion n Red Rover as he travels towards his transition.
Crap! I'm crying!
