Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Mace_The_Author : A_LiL_TaLe

Orange like marmalade...light and dark, ginger striped, piercing green egyptian eyes, she was a striking cat. She was certainly no aristacrat, I rescued her as a small kitten, from a restaurant carpark, she was one of a family of strays residing there.
I was concerned that this sweet little cat, sunning herself in the early morning sun, would fall victim to one of the many car wheels she was living among, so I took her to the local vet to see if a better located home could be found. Surprisingly, it was easy to approach the kitten, other feral kittens I had seen in the carpark from time to time, always scattered when approached, but this one stood its ground and meowed as if to complain, just because she could.
I had four dogs, so I didnt think that taking the kitten home would be a wise move. On examination, the vet informed me that the kitten had cat flu and needed treatment for this ailment before they could try to find her a home, and i agreed to phone in a couple of weeks just to keep track of her progress. Before I left, I had a departing chat with my new, small friend and I wished her good luck and a safe journey in life. She replied by purring loudly and cuddling into my neck most affectionately and I felt the beginning of a special bond what was destined to grow between this cat and I.
Two weeks passed, I called the vet to enquire. The news was that the kitten, though growing strong, still had cat flu and because of this, no home could be found. The vet agreed to continue trying to place her in a good home, but added that unless a home could be found soon, the kitten would need to be euthenased.
Well, this was no option I was happy with, and after a quick rethink, I collected the new family member and took her home. That first loud thank you pur and nuzzling at my neck, had created the bond that made it impossible to leave her stranded, I needed to come to her rescue once again.
The cat, whom I named Paris, settled in well with the four dogs already in residence, particularly with an eight month old, lively kelpie cross, they seemed to like the same games. The dogs were all comfortable with a cat about the place, I'd had one or two over the years, and although the older dogs paid her no attention, generally, harmony was maintained.
The name Paris seemed to suit her, even though she had very ordinary bloodlines, she had attitude and spirit, and a certain stately nature...she didnt seem like a fluffy or a sooty, something bigger and bolder suited her personality. Her true nature began to shine, right from the start, playing fearlessly with the young dog, scampering up and down screen doors and curtains and demanding food often, by meowing loud and long and she soon became a prominent member of the household. It was her bold yet cuddly demina that won the hearts of friends who came and neighbours whos houses she frequented.
Paris had a way of making her presence felt, if she required that you open a screen door for her entry or departure, she would take a flying leap at the door, scrambling up and then thudding down on the hard timber floor, not once but repeatedly, until her bidding was done.
One day a neighbour phoned to tell me that if I was looking for my cat, she could be found socialising at a party that she was hosting. Apparently Paris was soaking up the attention offered to her by the guests. Paris also regularly made herself at home on the end of this neighbours bed, sometimes staying away for a day or two at a time.
Another neighbour informed me, whilst chatting over the front fence, that she had enlisted the postmans help, a couple of days earlier, to escort her and her dog, passed a hazard on the road. On further enquiry, it turned out that the hazard had been Paris, teasing a small brown snake, in the middle of the road. I wasnt sure whether I should have been concerned that Paris was playing on the road, or that the object of her attention was dangerous or that she was interrupting the smooth running of the neighbourhood by bailing up residents. I smiled, and the conversation moved on.
Paris visited several households in close proximity to her home with me, claiming and being granted tenancy at each one. Paris was probably so wild and free spirited because of her early feral beginnings. Her naturally affectionate nature and kinship with people and other animals, would have been enhanced by the weeks spent at the vets, at a young age, being hand fed and having human companionship, and her bold and outgoing nature was able to develop by sharing a house with four dogs who accepted and played with her.
Paris was a challenge of a cat, a unique blend of her own heritage and her environment, and it was a hard decision to leave her behind when I moved house last year. I saw that Paris was attached to the land and to her community and its people, not just to me, this was a result of her freelancing feral temperament and bold social nature.
I decided that she would probably be happiest in the environment she had created for herself, and there was no shortage of offers to give her a permanent home at neighbouring houses. Regular reports indicate that Paris is alive and thriving...a truly individual cat...

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