Hisss! This is very strange.
I am not in my cage and the human put me in the car and we are
driving off. This back seat is very comfortable and I do like the
motion of the car. Nap time is upon me. Purrr
Wakey wakey. The car has
stopped and I am looking out the window but I do not know this
place. Lots of cars, concrete, and really horrible smells. We are
moving again around to the back of this place, moving very slowly.
The car stops again and the human gets out and opens the back door
and just stands there. What does he want me to do? Usually this is a
big no-no. He reaches in and pulls me out of the car and puts me
down on the concrete and closes the door. What the hiss? This is not
good and the smells are even worse back here. I am sitting on the concrete
wondering what the catnip is going on and the human gets back into
the car and drives off without me. I think maybe he just forgot me
and will be back.
I move over beside the garbage cans, and start
cleaning myself. I am not really that dirty, but that is what cats
do when they have time on their paws. Well, I have cleaned every
part of my body I can get to and I am still sitting beside a garbage
can with with no human in sight. This is getting serious and I am
I hear some strange sound
coming from behind the garbage cans and it does not sound like a
good sound. Snort, sniff, sniff, shuffle, growl and there appears a
large gray and black animal about twice the size of me. He even has
a mask on. When he detects my presence, he rears up and growls and
hisses at me. Holy Morris! I decide running away is the best option
and I head for the front of this hell hole with mister Mask right
behind me. He is very overweight, and I easily loose him just as I
turn the corner and see all the cars and humans. My tail goes “Puff”
and I have no idea what to do or where to go. The masked one has
abandoned the chase so I can stop and decide what should be done.
Why is my human doing this to me? I am really scared and worried.
I spot some bushes and scamper over to them for safety. I can watch all that goes on from
here and still feel a little safe. There are lots of cars and humans
(not my human) pulling in and pulling out. It is all very scary and
I start to tremble. I have not had anything to eat, no water, and I
don’t see anyway to find food. Why did this happen to me? I have
always been a good kitty and this is what I get for my trouble?
I cannot just sit here and do
nothing. I am a take charge kitten. I slink over to the nearest
square thing sticking out of the concrete. It seems like all the
cars pull up to them and the humans get out and stand there for
awhile. I need to investigate what is going on. As I get closer, I
see the humans stick a hose into the car and gurgling sounds start.
Maybe they are feeding their cars. After a few minutes, the humans
pull the hose out of the car and drive off. Curious!
I sniff the square thing and
the smell is worse then my poop. As I sit down next to the square
thing, a car drives up and the human gets out and sticks the hose
into the car. The human sees me and tells me what a pretty kitty I
am. I need that right about now. He kneels down and says “kitty,
kitty” and holds his hand out to me. What! Does he think I was born
yesterday? I take a few quick sniffs trying to filter out the square
thing smell and catch a whiff of him. Not bad. He smells like a cat.
This is good. Maybe I can trust him.
The square thing makes a
clunking sound and he pulls the hose out of the car. He opens the
door to the car and goes away, heading for the big building. I mosey
over to the car and check out the smells in the car. Wow!! There
have been lots of cats in this car. I move closer and I feel safe
enough to jump up into the car. I look out the window and do not see
him coming so I start to explore the car to see what I can find. So
many new smells and most of them are good smells. I get so carried
away sniffing I do not see him until he standing in the open door of
the car. Hiss! Puff! The tail does it’s thing.
I try to hide on the floor
but he gets in and closes the door. Trapped!! What can I do? He
starts the car and we drive off. He is talking to me in a low,
soothing voice and I like the feeling it gives me. I feel safer and
I realize he will not hurt me. I don’t know where we are going but I
think it will better than where we were.
As I relax, I jump up on the
seat next to him. That seems to make him happy and I even feel a
little happy being next to him. He starts talking to me but I have
not learned human yet and do not understand what he is saying but
the way he is saying it soothes me. I will learn human over the next
few months and it is not as hard to learn as cat. I do notice that
he uses the word “Vera” many times and it feels good when it says
it. I later find out that is what he named me and was asking me if I
like that name. I did.
We drive for awhile and I am
getting more mellow all the time. I even go over and rub against him
and then lay down beside him. He pets me and scratches me behind my
ears. I love being scratched behind my ears. I think I made the
right decision adopting him. I hope he has some good cat food at
He did! Kitty life is good.
Vera - Our SPC
Vera is our SPC (Senior Pussy Cat). Agnes is waiting in the wings as
the Regent but right now Vera is the reigning Queen. Wisdom comes
with age and Vera Mae is a very wise and discerning feline. I
hope her reign continues for many, many more years.
I pulled into a gas station in my little Ford Ranger pickup to gas up.
As I exited the truck, I noticed a small kitten wondering around in
the parking lot looking for something to eat. She sauntered
over to the gas pump I was using and plopped down to check out what
was happening. She was very calm and collected. I though
she might belong to someone at the gas station and she was out to do
her business. Anyway, I finished pumping gas, selected no
receipt and started to get back into the Ranger. I had left
the door open while pumping. Guess who was in the passenger's
seat looking out the windshield just like she had been in this truck
many times (Vera still likes to get into cars and trucks). We pulled out onto FM2322 and headed for the
house. She started cleaning herself. Such a good day.
Flashback- about six months earlier I lost the love of my cat life -
Goodie. He was my cat soul mate and having to put him down (heart
problems) was one of the worst days in my life. He loved me dearly
as I did him and he shared his short life (three years) with me to
the max. Even now, writing about him, I tear up. He was my
totem. No more cats for me. I did not want to go through the
pain and grief of losing another little soul. Silly me!
Back to the present- At this time we only had one other cat in the
house. Riley was an older cat and was definitely Marianne's kitty.
Of course, there was the usual hissing and threats when a new cat is
moving in. In a about a week, everything was cool and Vera Mae
slipped into our lives.
In her first few years, Vera was a great lap kitty. She loved
to watch TV or computer movies while stretched out in my lap.
We had no problems with her and she continued to make herself a
pleasure in everyone's life. She decided she wanted to be an
indoor-outdoor cat and was very easy to train for that position.
We did put a collar on her which was not at all to her liking.
Every time she went out, we put the collar on and she made it
abundantly clear she was not a collar kitty. She finally
accepted the fact - no collar - no going out and things went much
smoother after that decision.
Vera has since seen the addition of seven new cats over the years.
For the most part, no problems arose. If there was a problem, Vera
would come to me and let me know what was going on. Lack of
respect, harassment, or bad habits, etc. The problems were
addressed, and eventually, peace and contentment was restored.
Diplomacy and ratting out are Vera's best qualities. She very seldom
gets upset because she knows she is the SPC.
Vera continues to thrive. The other day I noticed her out in
the back yard going about her business. She moves slowly and
deliberately, stopping and smelling things she has smelled many,
many times, and then moving on to drink from the small pond we have.
She feels safe and loved. I was reminded of the movie "The
Godfather" when Marlon Brando is working in his tomato patch in the
backyard. He moves slowly about, checking his tomatoes and looking
for bugs while humming a tune. Our back yard is Vera's tomato
patch and she is happy.
Vera and I Puttering
I am in the process of clearing cedar on the lot we own next
door. I would like to make it a nice place to sit out of the
hot summer sun but still keep some good shade and privacy for the
house. I am using an electric chainsaw that is much quieter
than a regular gas saw. It does a great job and it does not
sound like a German Panzer tank is approaching the area. It is
a work in progress and I have no idea how long it will take to
finish the job. With that background information, lets talk
about Vera and I puttering about in the work area.
Oh good! Dad is heading over to the new spot next to house.
He has done lots of work over there to make it more civilized.
I did not like to go over there before he started making it better.
I call it my new happy place. Now, when he is working over there, I really like following him
around and finding new smells while feeling safe with him. He
has left lots of trees to climb in case of trouble but cleared out
that pesky cedar. Have you ever tried to climb cedar tree?
Not a fun thing!All those dead branches are very sharp and the bark
sometimes comes off making it very hard to climb in a hurry.
You can put me down as not a fan of cedar trees. Give me a
good old oak tree any day and clearing that cedar makes it so easy
to get to the oak trees. Oaks are perfect for climbing for
pleasure or emergency. Nothing like a good crook in an oak to
While Dad is doing his thing, I meander about locating and
identifying all the new smells and textures. He has put down a
new patio of tiles that is just wonderful to sleep on. Always
cool and no bugs or ants to contend with. Great place to nap
ad no need to hurry. I am well past hurrying now. Time
to stop and smell everything.