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A cat named Katie

Katie was a stray. Through two sets of babies she was distant, aloof - approachable but skeptical about humans. That changed after the vet changed her. She and her owner had a long, loving relationship - until a neighbor enticed 'Katie' away with food. She continued feeding Katie despite the writer's insistence that the neighbor cease doing so. The tragic end of Katie's life seems to have been caused, at least in part, by the neighbor's refusal to honor the request. It's something to think about. Maybe a reader knows the answer, has the wisdom of a Solomon or Silas Sullivan to guide well meaning cat feeders in the right direction.
It's a story which gives us, as suckers for panhandling cats, pause. Maybe we, too, ought to check things out before falling for a sob story; after all, we know better, know cats lie - worse than sheep. But that's no excuse should be cause this pet owner continues to endure. - EW

By 'Anonymous'
Writer lives within the CM 7-County area

I have always enjoyed the stories on CM about people's pets and their interaction with animals.

I would like to share a story about a cat named "Katie."

Several years ago I found a young yellow kitten in my back yard. It was dirty, skinny, and scruffy looking.



It was wild and afraid of me and scurried under my little storage barn every time I tried to go near it.

I put out food every day. She would come out and eat, then hide again. This went on for some time and I was pleased to notice how good she was looking. Then, all of a sudden, she was missing - but the food was also. Katie, where are you, I thought.

To my surprise one sunny afternoon, there was Katie, sunning herself with her four babies.

What a wonderful mother she made - very protective of them. If I got too close, she would utter a lew 'Mew' and under the barn they would go!

I finally made friends with her babies and found good homes for them all.

Now: What to do about Katie?

She didn't hide from me anymore and came when called to eat.

I had a friend who had a barn full and cats and he said, "Bring her out to the country to live in my barn, I think she will like it here."

So after a few days, Katie walked into her carrier and away we went - off to the country on Saturday, night.

On the following Saturday morning, who is sitting on the deck and gives me a big "Mew," but my cat. Katie had come home!

She had walked 9 miles to get here to her home.

Things were not too much better. I still could not touch her, but she was not afraid anymore. Life coninue on with our feeding habits and she seemed content.

Needless to say, all the neighborhood Toms were delight to have her home and shortly thereafter we were blessed with another litter, five this time.
Things were different with this family. I was allowed to touch them and play with them and also pick them up. Sometimes I could even pet her. Trust was beginning to happen.

This little group was a delight towatch. Katie was, again, an excellent mother. She had them climbing trees for bird watching and they would follow her in a line going across the street to bird watch.

Now crossing the street got them in trouble! They played in the neighbor's yard and may even have used them as a potty. The neighbor was very angry and threatened to kill them all.

I could not let that happen, so I got busy and found them all good homes.

I enticed Katie back in the carrier and off to the vet we went.

When she came home, she had a totally different personality.

She had come a long way from that skinny little scrubby cat that had just showed up one day.

She met us in our car every time we came home. We could not walk for her being under our feed wanting to rub her head on our legs.

Katie had come a long way. She slept in a doghouse in a Katie bed.

She made friends wiat a friendly neighbor and would even walk with them when they were outdoors. She was just a kind and friendly cat.

I noticed she was not showing up for meal timea few days a week and that she was hanging out across the street a lot.

I could not figure it out until one day when I was out in my backyard when a young man stopped by and said, "My Mom is buying your cat Butterscotch canned cat food." I replied, firmly, "Her name is Katie and please tell her not to feed my cat.

Did not work. A few days later his mom came across the avenue to my house calling the cat to come and eat!

I had asked her in a nice way to please not feed my cat. I do not want her down in the heavy traffic area of our town.

Last week, Katie saw us out and came home for a milk snack and a petting session.

The next day, neighbor knocked on back door. Katie had gotten runover in the heavy parking lot that I did not want her in.

Some boy had taken her off, I was told.

I am going through many emotions over this. Anger, frustrations, amazement, then trying to think with kindness that maybe the other person needed the cat more than I!

Then I think, not so. Just someone with no regards for other people's feelings.
R For you who are thinking, "I can get you another cat," thank you, but no. Katnapper is still out there.


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