27th July 2014
Dear Cassi,
I’ve heard
the expression every now and again ‘it works as well as washing a cat’. Well, today I washed a cat and she was okay
about getting her fur cleaned. Little Moo has a mouth infection and so has
trouble cleaning herself. It came to be that her front legs were both covered
in goo, and so she needed a washing.
Now Little
Moo was a cat I found at my work and she was so timid on her arrival that
feeding her was hard. I didn’t give it much effort at first as she would just
run away when she saw me, but then I got a good look at her and noticed the
skin hanging loose on her tail. It was at that point that I made up my mind to
get food to the poor animal.
It came to
pass that one night someone found a kitten on property. They had informed us
they were from a cat rescue, and so we gave them pass to remove the animal. I
thought this cat was Little Moo and went out to help them. By the time I got
there they had the cat but it wasn’t Little Moo as I saw her in the bushes.
On my way
back in I showed Little Moo a can of cat food and opened it before leaving it
on the ground for her. When I came back in the morning the can had been picked
clean. The next day Little Moo came out of the bushes to see me. She wouldn’t
make eye contact but rather sat on her hind side looking at the ground, hungry
but expecting nothing, and seaming so pathetic.
From that
point on she was at my car every day. That is until my work forbad me from
feeding her, and so I ended up taking her home. I’ll tell you that story some
other time.
As it came
time to bathe Little Moo I was not sure how she would react. She never minds
being handled, and she loves to be petted. Still I donned my heavy handling
gloves and carried her to the kitchen.
The sound of
the running water was more to blame for her fear and she tried to get away but
never in that time clawed at me. Her greatest objection came from the soaking
and with water I could see the flee sand as the white of her fur came red. She
seemed to like the scrubbing which I did with a surgeon’s brush and Dawn dish
soap. Then I wrapped her in a towel and she was so calm that even Pickles was
willing to pat her head.
Little Moo
does not like Pickles and he’s has a healthy respect for her claws. This would
be the first time in more than a month of her living with me that the two made
contact.
Today was a good day for the little creature. I
can only hope that there are more.
Find the love, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
No comments:
Post a Comment