CATASTROPHES

Our Strict, Unbending Rules
For Dealing With Stray Cats

Stray cats will not be fed. Stray cats will not be encouraged to make this house their permanent residence and will not be petted, played with, or picked up and cuddled. Stray cats allowed inside will not be permitted to jump up on or sharpen their claws on the furniture. Stray cats will sleep outside. Stray cats will be neutered as soon as possible. Stray cats will not play with our feet when we're sitting at the desk. It makes it hard to concentrate. Copyright © StarryNyte


AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I wrote "Stray Cats Rules" when I'd adopted four strays that were born under my house. I began to feed them by taking a handful or two of food out to the yard and putting it near the hole under the porch. My Maine Coon used to watch out the window when I was taking some food out to the kittens (in an old margarine bowl), and one day, I heard her think, very loudly, "You're not giving those wooley boogers MY food, are you?" She looked positively horrified.

Soon they were greeting me on the porch, then at the door, and finally, trying to get in to steal my house-cats' food whenever I opened the door. They terrorized my older cats for a while, till peace finally reigned again. I named the babies Eenie, Meenie, Miney and Moe. Moe was the only male of the bunch, he was black with white tuxedo gloves and boots, and a thin white mustache just above his upper lip. Eenie was a very fluffy grey and pink part-Maine Coon (which I deduced by her markings, head shape and tail length) calico, and the other two were twins, striped in the same pattern except the background on one was brown, the other white. They stayed with me for six months while I got them their shots, neutering, etc. I was lucky enough to find a home for them that wanted all four of them, with a Lady of my acquaintance that takes care of elderly people in her home. She and I had talked many times about the benefits cats can bring to the elderly, and the "wooley boogers" and her guests get along wonderfully. The Altzheimer patients in my friend's care respond especially well to the cats, and usually remember their names from day to day.

I had written this piece because at the time the wooley boogers came to me, she had also adopted two strays. The female had kittens on her best evening gown two weeks after she adopted her. In her frustration, she got on the phone to me to vent, and we started to talk about our strays and what rules we should have. This piece was the outcome of that talk.


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