The Cat...

I tagged the experimental because it's just a ramble about my new cat...

I got a new Cat. 

He was free, and was so filthy and parasite infested that when I got him and tried to clean him up the water in the sink turned red with blood.

He spent the rest of the day and that night at the animal hospital. He was dipped, and given a capstar. His fur was treated with something that cost 38 dollars and is good for one month. He was de-wormed and given an injection to kill the other worms that were in his guts. My free cat cost me 159 dollars by the end of day two.

He wouldn't eat or drink for the next two days. I didn't want to take him back to the blood sucking vet.

He wasn't interested in the 12 dollar a bag ukanuba they sold me at petsmart. He slept in his 16 dollar hooded filtered 's**t box' that was filled with 9 dollars worth of clumping litter. The dogs looked at him and he looked at them.

He rested where-ever I put him down and allowed me to carry him around and hold him. I knew he was alive because he was warm, pliable, and looked at me with dull open blue eyes.

He wouldn't drink milk, he wouldn't do anything. I was pretty sure he was going to die. In desperation I talked to my wife and mother, they are both nurses. Anemia due to loss of blood, and shock due to the stress, was the agreed upon diagnosis.

'Take him back to the vet' they said.

'No f*****g way.' I said.

Give him syrup they said.

How do you make a cat eat syrup I wondered. I tried to spoon feed it to him. He clenched him mouth closed and gave me this 'just kill me look'. I stopped and then he licked some off of him that I had spilled on his paw.

Inspired I dipped his front paw in syrup and then put him in his box. He cleaned his paw and gave me 'I hate you' looks..  I felt pretty good because this involved head movement and hate seemed better then nothing.

I wanted to do it again but my wife said wait one day.. too much will give him the s***s and you'll lose him to dehydration. 

Early the next morning, I cut some ray chicken breast into little bits, warmed it by allowing hot water to wash over it from the kitchen sink.

Holding the flesh with one hand and him in the other he licked it, and then ate it.

The next day he used his s**t box for shitting as well as napping. He's now drinking and eating his ukanuba. His eyes have a flame of life, instead of an ember.

I'm not a cat person and suspect he would eat my eyes if I ever passed away in my bed and no one found me. The dogs avoid him. They can tell that he's not very friendly.

He hisses at me when I walk by, or reach for him. He hasn't bitten me yet but I think he kind of wants to.

I named him Charles K. Cat. The vet says he is siamese and persian.

I don't hate him for being a bit of an a*****e. I'm not Mr. personality myself.

Author's Note

This is just some thoughts and considerations about my free cat.

Reviews

[featherstone]

How can a man who smashes skulls for recreation be soft and fur loving at the same time? Give me a dog any day. Dumb critters still love you no matter how much you beat them. I couldn't beat a cat it. would never allow it.
I like your writing by the way.

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i have a 'free' black cat who is now 15 yrs old and has cost me over a thousand dollars in those 15 years. urinary tract problems, digestive problems, flea problems. every time i wonder if he's worth it, he comes and purrs in my ear. damn cat.