A few years ago a black cat frequently visited my back garden. A somewhat brave cat, as Cherno was still alive and the garden was his Castle. The cat appeared to be in good condition, with a fine glossy coat and bushy tailed. Part of it’s ear had been torn off, during a scuffle with another cat no doubt. This is how I recognized it as being the very same cat. I had a few pictures of the cat from when it first started visiting. But alas they have disappeared into the vastness that is cyberspace.
It is only since Cherno departed this world, that I have noticed the cat more and more often. I am now convinced that the cat has taken up full time residency in my garden. However, the cat is “not” in the same condition as when first seen, some years ago. The cat “now” has lost condition and looks very unkempt indeed. My mind springs back to the savagely cold winters we have been experiencing lately. It would appear they have taken their toll on this now snail eating, very skinny, flea infested half blind moggy. If we are to be gripped by another severe winter, then I doubt very much that the cat would survive.
Feed me !!!!!!!!!!!
Conscience ridden and feeling a little sympathetic at the cat’s deterioration in condition. I have decided to feed it. Hopefully this shall give the cat at least a fighting chance, to make it through the long bitterly cold nights of Winter.Crazy really, I have owned Dog’s all my life and now I am a dubiously proud carer of a mangy old Ferrell cat. A close friend suggested that the cat shall become used to me and in time shall come to trust me. Somehow I just don’t think so. But we shall see.
The cat hear’s me before it sees me and high tails it up to the top of the garden, thenceforth I know not. So I think it virtually impossible to catch the cat, in order to treat it’s flea problem, worming and any other condition it may be carrying. “However” while pondering the problem, I hit on the idea of my landing net, that I would use when fishing. If I can catch the cat, then I could let it live in Cherno’s old kennel come cattery. Until it is fit and well enough to brave the wild world once more.
Catch that cat !
I have also pondered upon that age old conundrum, “should I interfere with Nature” ! Am I doing the right thing, by helping this forlorn feline. Or should I just allow Nature to take it’s course ?
TO SEE MYSELF AS NOTHING IS WISDOM, TO SEE MYSELF AS EVERYTHING IS LOVE. BETWEEN THESE STATES I MOVE. AN ENGLISH NONE BELIEVER AND DEVOUT CARNIVORE.
Interests: PAINT SHOP PRO, NATURE IN ALL HER GUISES, "FREEDOM OF SPEECH"
"ONIONS ARE BABY MOONS WRAPPED UP IN BROWN PAPER".