Thursday, October 18, 2007

Because Cat Blogging Always Gets the Most Comments!

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," recognizing that an intelligent designer created the human race to wait upon domestic cats!
First, I'm a little behind on this Ellen DeGeneres (sp?) stuff. So she gave an adopted dog to someone else and got all pissed when the animal shelter repoed the mutt.

Take it from this cat-crazy Druid who volunteers at the local animal shelter: Dog pounds have become very picky about who they allow to adopt animals because:

1. Some people in the past have adopted animals and then sold them to nasty research mills where the poor pooches were tortured with any manner of stuff that touches humans in any way.

2. Some people adopt animals for slaughter in pentagrams. That's the work of people who believe in Satan, which the last time I looked he's in the Christian Bible, not the poems of Taliesin.

So, while it breaks my heart sometimes to see my foster kittens grow into young adulthood in cages at the pound, I know that when they do go out, they're going to safe homes. And they are never euthanized, because the shelter I work for doesn't kill sweet-tempered pets.

(Two Mormon missionaries are working the next block. I just saw them a minute ago. So if this post stops in mid-sentence, you'll know I'm spending the rest of the afternoon testifying to the power of the Goddess to those who need to hear it the most.)

On to today's fabulous tail! Errr.... tale!

THE ADVENTURE OF BETA CAT


I have two cats, Alpha and Beta. Both are rescues. We got Alpha from the shelter because she was older and no one wanted her. Beta chose to live with us after toughing it out in the wild for about six months. In that time she had a litter of kittens that had to be rounded up. The Spare tamed Beta, and we've had her five years. (No more kittens from Beta! We saw to that first thing.)

Some cats just consider themselves boarders. They demand, you give, they go outside until they have more demands. This is more or less Beta.

One evening last week I realized that Beta hadn't made any demands for a day or two. I wasn't sure how long it had been since I had seen her lounging on top of Decibel the Parrot's cage.

Another day went by. Then we got an overnight cold rainstorm that would certainly have brought Beta home under every normal circumstance. It was official. Beta was gone.

I got to thinking about the fox I've seen in the neighborhood. Knowing that Beta's a night owl (actually she's a cat), I thought probably she'd run afoul of the fox.

When I told my daughters this, The Heir pretty much accepted it. But The Spare would have none of it. She wanted to hang up posters and ask around. It was the weekend, and I promised to call the local shelters on Monday to see if they had picked her up. As you can see from the picture, she's a strikingly individual cat in appearance.

Five days and nights (at least) passed, but The Spare never gave up hope.

Last Sunday, just after I returned from the Faerie Con, I was sitting in the living room with The Heir. We heard what sounded like a meow at the front door. Even then I said, "Oh, it's probably just the kids across the street."

We went to the door, and there stood Beta, skittish and visibly thinner. She ran to the food trough and ate and drank like anyone would if they'd been five days without water and vittles. Then she rubbed us (first show of gratitude ever from her). She was hoarse.

We don't have much car traffic around here, but the houses are pretty close together. My guess is that Beta snuck into someone's garage and then got trapped in there until the weekend.

I figure she's down to about seven lives left now.

Anyway, The Spare, eternal optimist like her dad, is vindicated. Beta has returned.

Alpha's pissed as hell. She loved being Only Cat.

5 comments:

yellowdog granny said...

yeah, like Ellen D.or her hairdresser is going to use the puppy for a sacrifice..snort*i know they have to keep a strict rein on who gets pets etc..but surely they could see this dog was going to be and was in loving hands...sigh*..
so glad that you're kitty came home..I still look for the Little Asshole...miss him alot..but Annie is still so glad he is gone...I think she kilt him and buried him in the back someplace...she likes being Queen..

Hecate said...

Oh, Goddess guard that kitty and the Spare!

BBC said...

I have four cats that look much like that. Two are very loving and come inside a lot. The other two think I'm just on this planet to feed them.

"recognizing that an intelligent designer created the human race to wait upon domestic cats!"

I have problems with this intelligent design nonsense. Would an intelligent entity have designed us to stick piss sticks into piss holes for sex?

Not to mention making us obsess all the time about doing it. What is with that?

And what is intelligent about a design that has to wipe its butt with paper? As far as I know we are the only species that has to do that.

Intelligent design my butt. Creation is a frigging idiot, the only thing we got out of it was bigger brains and opposing thumbs that we fuck everything up with. Hugs.

MountainLaurel said...

I'm glad that Beta's back! Maybe she'll appreciate you more. Naaaah.

Thomas said...

S'funny. Rawksta'r and I drove past a banner for the humane society yesterday and she went all gooey over puppies. I had to point out that the banner also featured kittens, which I consider to be a vastly preferable domestic animal.

This led to an entire afternoon of me punctuating virtually every sentence with "kittens" and her starting every response with "puppies."