I’m highly allergic to cats. My husband, Rick, doesn’t like cats. Not even cute little kittens. He’s a really nice guy, he just doesn’t like cats or kittens (not even cute ones).
But it appears that we now own a cat. Or the cat has adopted us anyway.
We started noticing “this cat” hanging around our work shop about 2 months ago. We would occasionally see him wandering the hills nearby, or resting in the shade on our patio. When Riley and Stella would spot him, he would skitter away as they barked their loudest, letting him know he was within their territory. It wasn’t very long before we noticed the cat consistently returning to the work shop, and we found where he was sleeping beneath it.
We still thought he would eventually wander away. Well, it’s been 2+ months, and he hasn’t.
Rick….. you know, the man who doesn’t like cats…. told me last week that he feels really sorry for the cat and wanted to give him food and some water. We talked about the pros and cons of this.
- Leaving food out could attract other wild animals. (So we talked about when would be the best time to put food out and then take it away, rather than leaving it 24 hours).
- With a consistent food source, the cat would never leave (although he doesn’t appear to have any plans to do so anyway).
- It makes it more difficult for us to let Riley out, without being on a leash. Riley will stay near our house and just wander around smelling things or sitting in the sunshine; but if he saw the cat, we know he would chase it. Refer to You Were Right for just one reason that isn’t a good thing to have happen.
- The poor cat is hungry and thirsty. Well, we think so anyway. He can probably feed himself by hunting, but it would be hard for him to get water.
- The cat will keep away mice from our house.
This morning, when we saw him wandering around on the patio. I grabbed a handful of dry dog food and a small dish of water and quietly opened the door. It startled the cat and he ran away, but before he got too far, I said, “Kitty, kitty, kitty.”… And he stopped dead in this tracks. He turned around and looked at me, and when he saw I had food and water, he slowly walked toward me. I set the dishes down and went back in the house. We watched from the window as he, first, drank the water, and then ate the food.
So our thoughts now focus on what we should do next. I’m certain that some of you have had this experience. What do you advise? Feed or don’t feed? Why or why not?
Rick named the cat Felix this morning. So it’s not just a “stray” anymore. Whether we like it, want it, or don’t want it, it appears we have a cat. Now, just what do we do with it?