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Cat Addiction: Chapter 199
One of the many definitions of addiction is "doing things repeatedly
that are known to cause you pain". Like adopting new cats... So we adopted Henry the pitiful stray, expecting him to be integrated into our menagerie. This didn't work, so we've been looking for a new home for him. It looks like we may have actually found a spot for him, if the potential adopters are interested. But the idea of losing him turns out to be really painful. Tonight I spent about an hour and a half on the couch with Henry. I'd intended to take a nap, but he saw his opportunity to cuddle. With his enemies safely quaranteened upstairs, he snuggled me close. He tucked his head under my neck, and as he'd been trained, did not knead my arms with his sharp claws, but chose the pillow I was laying on instead. We had serious quality time together - Henry being content to snuggle and drool with one of the folks he sees whizzing through the house every day. The guy who fed him, cleaned his ears, and gave him a soft place to sleep. And I cried, thinking about losing him. To be sure, this is entirely different from having to put a cat to sleep, or have them struck down by a car or dog. But the sense of loss is very similar. Howard, the best cat I've ever loved, merged into the family with only a few scuffles (Tiger went to the vet with a scratched cornea, which he healed from, and there-after formed a truce with Howard). But Howard developed an inscrutable cat-disease after a few years, similar to Feline Immuno-Deficiency-Syndrome, but not exactly that, which forced us to surrender him to oblivion. Poor old Howard. Henry is so close in temperament to Howard. Calm, grateful, snuggling, and world-wise from his time on the street (he got his name the same way, when I asked both cats who they were, they told me). Once, while sitting in a Vet's office, I heard one guy say to another "when you rescue an animal from the street, they never forget it". That was true for Howard and for Henry. Part of the problem with cat-grief, I think, is that these wonderful little creatures are so human-like, that it's trivial to overlay your own expectations and feelings on them.. to anthropomorphize them. They have binocular vision, they learn how to be social with creatures so unlike themselves, they are independant and thoughtful. Thank god for Louis the Bengal, who is indeed a domesticated cat but continues to show the quirky behavior of a wild animal who unexpectedly finds himself in the company of another species. He's a great anchor (did you know that Bengals actually smell different than domestic mutts? At least Louis has a real musky-ferret smell, something we didn't expect at all). He is the touchstone to remind us that we are living with another species. I take some solace that the new home could potentially be so much better for Henry than our own home, which sports a vengeful, defensive and threatening little Bengal with a frightened senior-citizen mutt. Henry'd be the center of attention. He'd have very constant companionship. He'd be well cared-for. But by god, I'd miss him. BLink |
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