D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

January 4th or Shelter

I actually have a different announcement to post (much along the same lines as last week), but I'm sure that if I put off this post any longer, a certain someone who honestly knows where I live might do horrible things to me. Like...well, you know. Not go to Chili's with me anymore! Yes, she would be THAT cruel.

I mention Macbeth a lot in my posts, but people have asked what the story is behind him. So I promised a few weeks ago that I'd do a blog post about him.

I wasn't looking for a cat. I was on Craig's List for the first time in my life trying to help out a friend. She wanted to find a puppy for her husband around Christmas time, and I was checking Craig's to see if there happened to be any of that breed posted. I came to a screeching halt when I saw the post listed, "Russian Blue: January 4th or Shelter".

Come on! Anyone who knows me can tell you I'm a sucker for Russian Blue cats.

The post described him as being 5 months old, neutered, up to date on all his shots, and needing a new home. There was a 'rehoming fee'. I paused at that one. I'd seen what Craig's List considered a reasonable rehoming fee. Some animals on there had been hundreds, for a mixed breed older dog. I closed the link and moved on.

But his picture stuck with me.

I spoke with my husband about the cat. He was no help. He simply shrugged and told me he'd support whatever I wanted to do. Days later, I finally sent an e-mail asking if the cat still needed a home, asking what the adoption fee was, and giving them my contact information. Within an hour, a lady called me asking me about my background. I told her about my extensive past with animal rescue, gave her several references from the local SPCA I currently foster for, and my old boss from my previous job before I moved here, etc.

"Well, you see, the cat is feral. It's really tragic. No one can touch him. He's been in three different foster homes since we live trapped him from a feral cat colony when he was 12 weeks old. Are you still interested?"

I felt something twist in my heart. Feral cats are my speciality. I've dealt with feral cats since I was a teenager. And somehow, deep down, I knew this was my cat. I told her I was very interested. She told me that cat was free then and we settled on a date when I could pick him up from his foster family.

The lady who had called me had trouble getting ahold of his foster family, so the date was scooted around quite a few times. But finally, the call came and I was given an address. When I went, I was led into a side room and a recliner was tilted back. Under was the most terrified cat I'd ever seen in my life. He was gorgeous. I spoke to him soothingly, scooped him in my arms, carried him to the carrier, and tried to get him in. He was fine with me, until that carrier bit. Then he rocketted out of my arms and into the corner beside the recliner. After many warning cries and hissing (yet he never struck out at me) I  simply crowded him with the carrier until he rushed in.

I was informed I was the first person ever he'd allowed to pick him up and carry him.

I had a cage set up for him in my bedroom, right by my computer. Slowly but surely he came to accept me touching him. Within a month he was purring. Within two he was free ranging the bedroom. Within three he was laying by the couch while I watched tv with my husband in the evenings. Within four, he was griping at me if I stayed in the living room later than our 'bed time'. (He also cries at me if we have company. Apparently he's afraid visitors will hurt me and I'm not allowed to socialize). It'll be five months that he's lived with us on the 7th of May, and he decided last night to sleep on the bed with us.

This basket is right beside my computer chair. As you can see, he is a very happy boy!

Now for my extra news. Speaking of cats, Whispering Angel Books has selected my story "Silver Saint" for their anthology, Nurturing Paws. This non-fiction anthology is about the positive impact an animal has had on some one's life. I was so excited to get that e-mail! They are expecting to publish this summer. ~ D. F. Krieger


Kimberly Gould said...

I wish I could have a cat. We have too many allergic friends and relatives we like to visit us, but I adore cats. Congrats on your adoption. You were the one adopted of course. ;)

D. F. Krieger said...

Ello Kimmy - I'm sorry you can't have a cat. They can be the best company when you are writing. I'm very aware MacBeth believes he rescued me. He doesn't let me forget it during feeding time either! ;)

Angelina Rain said...

He's so adorable. I love animals! All of the animals I've ever had were rescued.

Congrats on your new story publication.

N.M. Martinez said...

What a lovely story! Aww! I love it when that happens. When you just know, and he just knows, that it is so meant to be.

And congrats on more good news!