Pursuit to the previous post on the topic of the week about the attitude to stray animals, I decided to write another post.
Now I have decided to address the issue of stray cats and cats.
And it is much more difficult than with dogs. Why?
Because cats are not very affection to the person. And even more dedication.
They just live in your home and graciously allowed you to be around.
No wonder cats are compared to women.))) (This is a joke if that). (Separately I will repeat again: "I was joking.")
So a stray cat is often a conscious choice of the animal. And to deal with it is not possible in any way.
Well, except sterilization, of course. Then it lost all meaning "to wander".
This story began about 12 years ago.
The wife had two children (girls) and they really wanted to have a cat.
I am opposed to have Pets. Because this is primarily a responsibility, Yes, and they live too little.
In a life so lacking losses and experiences. But the girls insisted.
We've got a kitten from friends.
He was cheerful and playful, but one day suddenly became lethargic and quiet. We took him to the veterinary hospital. When he brought the box into the office the vet, after opening the box, was outraged. It turns out the kitten had died, and we then diverted for inspection of dead animals.
I politely asked to lower the tone and not to be rude in the presence of children. I started a small altercation in which he broke away and bravely ran away from the office.
Ran two female assistants. They reassured me, apologized for the vet and offered to take us instead of the Persian cat, which was brought by the owners for euthanasia.
I was against it, but the wife and girls agreed to see him.
When the cat was brought, it became clear that he would go with us.
The Persians look very attractive. There will not argue. Long thick coat. Color.
But extremely bad character. And this cat character showed immediately. Tried to bite me when I picked him up. I'm fairly tolerant to pain, and the cat biting me, not terrible, but still unpleasant.
I tried to find out why they brought him in for euthanasia.
Explained all the birth of a child and fear for him. Then why didn't he just give someone?
The answer to this question was not.
We brought him home, the girls were happy and playing. He quickly settled.
Somewhere on the third day he disappeared. The girls forgot to close the door and he ran outside.
It was spring.
All (except me) were upset. He was looking for.
He came by himself. Two days later. A mewing ball of mud. I'm harder than a surprise. But this cat has managed. Because much tried.
Was impressed that he didn't just go through the mud, and bathed in it. And also picked up a bunch of thorns.
The girls washed him more than an hour. The cat had not experienced the delight and gratitude. Tried to break free, scratching at him.
Then his long hair clean and combed.
Generally after three hours he slept clean and well-fed. Slept probably 12 hours at least.
Then woke up and again became playful and happy.
It was enough for a week.
Then he was gone again. Three days later, appeared in the same form.
Then I realized, why wasn't it anyone to shove and we decided to pay for euthanasia.
When it cleared again, I told the girls that if it happens again, I'll take him back.
And asked to be careful for opening doors.
In a few weeks he escaped again...
At that time, I had one friend, an Uzbek who has long lived in Ufa, and was the Russian.Even had to serve in the interior Ministry and to retire on superannuation.
But the connection with a distant homeland he had left and he was a good provider workforce.
He and I talked about this cat, which was going to take to the clinic. He begged to give it to him.
It turns out his daughter has long asked is "Persian".
I gladly agreed.
The wife and girls were somewhat upset, but the thought of the constant cleaning of his fur apparently played a crucial role.
The cat went on the car the new owner.
His daughter was delighted. Her father was a I am very grateful.
A week later, the cat escaped from the new owners.
A few days later the cat appeared in the house the new owners. As usual in the form of a clod of dirt. It was washed and cleaned. Then the same thing happened.
After another escape from and never returned. So his fate is unknown to me.