... be mindful of animals lost, abandoned or temporarily homeless
We were complete strangers, Whiskers and I. I volunteered to share my living space with Himself when his "mother", Martha, had to go to the hospital. He is a large, bowling ball of a cat, shy and as unsure of me as I was of him.
Day to day, I was attuned to his needs. I didn't know his schedule but tried to create one that suited his somewhat lethargic lifestyle. I lured him up onto my Lazyboy chair which seemed to be in his repetoire of familiar activity, as it was mine. Then, of course, I would have to disturb His Nibs in order to get up. Oy!
Each day could be our last. I reminded myself of this often. But I grew fond of him and his constant, quiet presence. He put up with being brushed and accepted treats, if only to be sociable. I cut his claws, one or two each day, which was not to his liking but he never fussed, whined, scratched or bit.
He took to stretching out full length on my freshly made bed and it seemed to me that he was aware of his elegant appearance. I spoke to him often in an upbeat tone congratulating him on his excellent behavior and good looks. He nibbled on the tips of hanging plants but did them no harm.
And just as I came to love him, his dear "mother" returned and collected him joyfully. I picked up his dishes, packed up his catnip mouse, brush, his cans of cat food, his litter box.. all his kitty accoutrement. And he was gone.
January 1, 2010