It’s Thursday, so it must be time for Jack’s Wednesday guest blog –
This is the story of three cats – Fang, Hillary and Delight.
Fang came to us by mistake, because we don’t take in ferals (it’s a long story), and she immediately disappeared into the bowels of the bookstore. We eventually discovered her hiding under the sink unit in our bathroom, only coming out at night to eat and drink – and the other thing, which she did fastidiously in the correct place, for all her feralness.
Hillary was another mistake and even more of a hermit – we hardly ever saw her.
Delight was not a feral, but she hated people from the minute she laid eyes on one, so after adopting out her adorable brothers and sisters, we gave up.
So they all got sent out to the garage where they immediately became their own gang: The Feral Sorority.
I went out every morning with their breakfast treats of individual little bowls of wet cat food and for the longest time only ever saw Delight. After some weeks of this, to my amazement, Fang appeared looking very suspicious and hanging way back. Over the next few weeks she began to approach close enough for me to give her a head scratch. After that she would wait behind the door with Delight each morning for me to deliver breakfast.
Soon both Delight and Fang were waiting for me each morning and getting pretty enthusiastic for head scratches and back rubs. Fang was also loudly calling if I were later than she expected. But Hillary was still nowhere to be seen – – –
The morning that she appeared after many weeks of nothing, and hung back watching the usual stuff with Fang and Delight. Hhmm she thought – that looks a bit interesting.
And that was pretty much that. Now they all welcome me (or maybe just the wet cat food) and shout loudly at me each morning. They all come for head and back scratches and Fang asks, even insists, to be lifted up onto my knee.
I suppose they might stay – – – after all, they’re not doing any harm out there in the garage….
You are good people, Wendy and Jack.
I will be looking for a kitten soon (don’t want to push Roger over the Bridge until he’s ready) but I’m afraid it’s a little far to come to adopt one of yours (from Philadelphia).
Pish tosh – gives you an excuse to come visit the shop! Besides, if you go over to the Appalachian Feline Friends page and check out Mrs. Bennett’s seven adorable babies, you will be unable to resist. They’re ready in about a month. :]