The cat is back
Well the cat is back or at least it was. I was outside with Dad yesterday afternoon. The cat walked across the garden to our pergola and simply flopped down onto the ground. To say that got me excited was an understatement. There was just one tiny problem. Actually, there were several. The first problem was that she is a wild cat. Not just lost or strayed but wild. She was quite ready to fight to prove it. Dad’s first concern was that I was going to get a very bloody nose. He called for reinforcements.
A cardboard box
Mum came out and decided that step one was to take me indoors while they worked out what to do. Her first concern was that I’d get fleas. I didn’t fancy either fleas or a bloody nose. Mum then put on her rose bush gauntlets – they are like gardening gloves, but go further up her arms.
Dad suggested banging a saucepan lid might get the cat to leave of its own accord. It didn’t. Mum took the cardboard box approach. Past experience told Mum that cats find cardboard boxes irresistible. So do I, but while I tend to shred the cardboard, the cat was happy for Mum to slide the box under its paws and it then got in without dispute.
Cat in a box
After a quick discussion, Dad decided that the best plan was to take the box some distance from our house and then release the cat there. To the relief of the local mouse population the cat has been relocated some distance away. My bet is that it will be back by later today or tomorrow. What I can’t work out is why it keeps wanting to come back.
What Mum and Dad are completely agreed upon is that we don’t need to adopt a wild cat. It’s a shame, as I thought it might be fun.
Hugs, licks and head butts
Pebbles
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