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The misadventures of Mama Cat -- she needs help
By Linda Waggener
If you are in and out of downtown Columbia for the festival, please be on the lookout to see if you can help us catch, and save, our cat. She will be the one with a jar on her head -- looks to be a plastic peanut butter jar that she was licking the inside of even as we tried to grasp it and get it off her.
We're grateful for the calls and rescue efforts since posting her picture upon discovering her dilemma and being unable to catch and help her this afternoon. She is evidently able to breathe well enough even with it over her head because she had plenty of energy to race away and avoid anyone trying to help. Trying to grab a plastic jar on a scared cat in motion is like catching a greased pig.
Mama Cat lives here because of my late mother who never met a stray she didn't love and want to help -- whether the animal wanted help or not. This feral cat showed up here scared, hungry and totally wild. Mom put food out for her and the relationship began to grow. The cat would come at mealtime, wait patiently on her shelf on the back porch if feeding didn't happen right on time, and eat happily once it was served, but there'd be no touching, ever. The slightest movement or noise would cause her to flinch and hide.
We knew she was "Mama Cat" when she brought her first baby and plopped him on the porch chair cushion. We all ooh'd and ahh'd and wanted to hug Mama Cat but she refused all efforts. We did get to befriend and help care for her baby but we learned we were not to relocate it or she'd bring it right back to the spot chosen by her.
When my mother passed away early this year, our niece Mitzi Bault helped us live trap Mama Cat and took her to the vet for spaying and shots, all in remembrance of Mom. It was a wonderful, hopeful thing to do and since then Mama Cat has been growing more healthy every day and allowed me to rub her neck and ears for just a moment or two at feeding time. If we have world enough and time, she could even allow us to stroke her back and brush her coat.
But first, unless she has the talents of Houdini -- and if any cat does have, she would -- we must help her out of her jar. We've had help from grownups and from grandchildren, walking all over her usual mouse hunting spots and her favorite hiding and resting spots, calling for her with no luck. She is in hiding as we post this report and we are very sad that we don't -- yet -- have a happy ending to share.
Tonight, in our prayers for all our families and friends and those in need, please remember also the blessing of the animals, and a special one for Mama Cat.
Through the night, somehow, this story got its happy ending -- at breakfast, Mama Cat was scratching on the screen door to remind us of our duties and that all was well with her if she could just get fed.
This story was posted on 2017-10-12 21:47:51
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