Today’s post was written by Danielle Calloway a name you may recognise her name from her previous guest post on my blog called: The Unsung Furry Hero
Somehow my patio ended up being a safe-house for single mommy cats with their young. Stray cats must’ve had a bulletin board with postings where the safe houses were. Some came while pregnant, I’d feed and water them, then when they had their kittens, they’d take them somewhere else.
I do feel the need to put a disclaimer here: I am not a cat person. However, the cats seemed to know I couldn’t refuse an animal in need, and they thoroughly took advantage of the situation.
Once a mama cat came with her two, very young, kittens and set up home in a sheltered corner of my patio. I took out the bowls, set them in the shade, and told her, “You are welcome to stay until your young ones are ready to be on their own.”
Every morning I drank my coffee on the patio and Mama Cat proudly showed off her kittens, although she wouldn’t let me touch or play with them. Every time they tried, she’d swat them and glare at me.
One day I heard a knock on my screen door. Going to the door, I looked out and saw Mama Cat staring up at me. She quickly ran away. Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to the kitchen. Mama Cat knocked again. As soon as I walked up to the door, she ran away.
“Really, now,” I said, “Ditch doorbell is not a nice game to play. What do you want? You have food and water and I’m not giving you more milk until later.”
She ran up to the door, swatted it, and ran off again.
“What is it Lassie? Did Timmy fall into the well? Or maybe into the pond?” I sarcastically asked. “Where’s Timmy?”
Smirking at the idea that Mama Cat miraculously turned into Lassie, I followed her to the corner of my patio, where there was a narrow opening between the two houses. She stared into the dark crevice.
I bent down and looked where she was staring and saw the tip of a tiny tail.
Astounded, I said, “Wow, you really did show me where Timmy is.”
Since it was dark in there, I needed a flashlight to access the situation. When I got up to walk back into the house, Mama Cat grabbed onto my leg and wouldn’t let it go. “I’ll be right back, I don’t have cat eyes like yours, I need help.”
She waited at the screen door for me to return and led me back to the kitten, who I will forever refer to as Timmy.
Shedding light on the situation, I saw poor Timmy in a precarious situation. Stuck between two walls, he couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t go forward on the ledge unless he wanted to fall one story down and be forever stuck between the two houses.
Talking softly, I slowly reached in and Timmy, frightened, lunged forward and almost fell headfirst to his death. Backing my hand out, I said to Mama Cat. “We have three options, I pull him out by his tail, I try to get him out and he falls to his death, or we leave him there until he figures out how to back out all by himself.”
Mama Cat didn’t want him falling and she, like me, didn’t have much confidence that Timmy would figure out reverse any time soon. And, being a mama, she wanted him out NOW.
I, again, put my hand in and grabbed his tail. With one sharp yank, and a yowl from Timmy, I pulled him to safety.
Timmy arched his back and spat at me.
Mama Cat smacked him across the face, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and trotted off to their corner.
Timmy never wanted to play with me after that, forever resentful that I pulled his tail. He never did thank me, either, for having saved his life.
In time they all left my patio and new cats moved in. Timmy is the only one I ever named.
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