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Carol Perkins: Hello, Kitty. The story of Sassy Cat
How a little kitten entered their lives, was dubbed 'Sassy Cat,' was relegated to the garage, and now stays constantly underfoot, is pampered, and lives life royalty would envy
The next earlier Carol Perkins essay, Carol Perkins: Traveling with Carol
By Carol Perkins
"Do you hear that?" Guy asked when he walked into the garage.
"Sounds like a cat." I listened.
"Sounds like a bird to me." Stray birds fly in and out of our garage. Some of them bang against the walls a few times until they find their way out.
"That's no bird. It's a cat." I didn't like his tone of voice.
He was right. I recognized the sound of a hungry kitty, crying for milk. We don't have a kitten. At least we didn't have a kitten.
Guy followed the sound until a blonde ball of fur sailed out the side door. We unlocked the house door and went inside, thinking the kitten would go away. A tortured dog greeted us, and let us know the kitten was not gone. When Fluffy ran to the back door, we followed and there it was, lying on the deck step.
By the time I flipped on the porch light, it was standing by the door, meowing at Fluffy. Poor little thing was hungry. Wonder what it was doing on my back porch? Had someone dropped it? Telling myself I was not going to feed it because if I fed it, it was mine, I opened the back door, holding Fluffy back with my foot.
The kitty was barely old enough to be weaned. It was lonely and not at all afraid of me. It came to my foot, rubbed around on my pant leg, and looked up at me and cried. That's all it took.
I slipped back inside, keeping Fluffy from sneaking under my leg and out the door. We didn't have any milk, but we did have some half & half, so I filled a bowl. "You know if you feed it, it will never go away," Guy warned. I couldn't let it starve.
She (unfortunately a she) poked her fuzzy face into the milk and lapped it up quickly. Then she came to the window and peaked inside. Face to face with the kitten, Fluffy barked so loudly I thought the windowpane was going to explode. She had put her front paws on the window and was eyeballing the dog. I finally turned the outside light off and bribed Fluffy with a treat to move away it.
The next morning the kitty was still on the back porch, crying. Now that she had been shown love, she wanted more...and milk. Guy went to the store to buy some for her. "I'm not going to feed her." Then why did he go after the milk?
I left the kitty, Fuffy, and Guy for the day and went to work. When I returned, Guy was frazzled. "That dog has crossed the line. He barked all morning until he was hoarse. The kitten pawed at the door while Fluffy barked in her face. Only the glass between the two saved her." How do you make a cat and a dog be friends?
Fluffy doesn't like humans (except me), so why would he like a cat? I thought if I put them nose-to-nose and he could look her over, they might be friends. So, I held the kitten close to Fluffy and Fluffy sniffed. Before I could blink, he came at her with his top and bottom teeth positioned for the kill. "Bad dog," I scolded. He knows what that means.
I have now named the kitty Sassy Cat. How do you get rid of a kitty unless you drown her, take her to the pound, put her off on someone else, or let your dog have at her? None of the above suits me, so I'll let her stay outside and, hopefully, keep the mice and lizards away. She is actually adorable. All kittens are, and then they grow up.
Before Guy went to bed, he laid down the law. I am not feeding both of your animals. "You aren't feeding my kitty; it's yours. You are the one who bought it milk." He grunted.
Meanwhile, the kitten found a place in the garage, high off the floor, where she now sleeps, eats, and walks under my feet. I notice that Guy spends a lot of time in the garage, filling her bowl and checking on her. How's that for a man who laid down the law!
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