We have a cat named Bari (pronounced Barry) which means ‘innocent.” How we got him is a slightly complicated story. We have a lot of strays in our neighborhood. Some have been abandoned, and some are feral, but they are relatively friendly so we feed them. We don’t generally adopt the strays, we just give them food and water, and love when they’re willing, and nature does what it will. It’s made for sad moments, but also many happy ones too. We have indoor cats, rescues, so we are generally careful about the mix we bring into the home. Some cats will just never get along. And we can’t adopt every homeless cat. We just offer kindness and food for those who are willing.
So we had been feeding this feral cat, a tiny tiny black and white female we named “Miss Kitty” because she was so tiny, and so prim, and everything had to be ‘just so’ before she felt comfortable enough to let us pet her. On Christmas Eve 2008 we found out she was a mama, because she brought her kitten with her to introduce him to us. He was weaned already, but he was so tiny, and so young, and it was so cold outside that we kidnapped him. There’s no other way to put it. We stole him from her, because we knew he wouldn’t survive the winter if we didn’t. In fact, Miss Kitty didn’t survive, we didn’t see her after the end of January and we assume she got eaten by a coyote or something.
https://thetinfoilhatsociety.com/2009/01/09/my-new-spinning-assistant/ if you scroll down you will see photos of him when he had grown quite a bit – mom’s love and milk might be good, but if there’s not enough babies just can’t grow. We got him neutered when he was old enough, because the last thing we want are more kittens in the neighborhood.
So anyway, he peed all over everything for months and months. I was ready to take him to the local cat rescue because it was so out of control. In desperation, my husband started letting him out. Well, that’s what he wanted because he quit. So every since, he’s been an indoor outdoor cat (our only one), and when he’s ready to come back in he’s learned to knock on the window (really!) and meow until we let him in. We call it ‘going on patrol’ and sometimes, in summer, he’s gone for a day and a half before he comes back. We just assume it’s because it’s nice out and he’s got things to do; he comes when I whistle, usually, he’s never far.
Last week, though, he was gone for 3 days. We were a little worried, but he always comes back, he’s a big strong cat and he can take care of himself. Well, when he came back it looked like his belly had been shaved. He wouldn’t let me pick him up to look and Mr. TF told me I was crazy. The night before last though, he came to bed with us and I pointed it out again. Sure enough, his belly had been shaved!
Apparently our cat has been leading a double life, because *someone* took him in to have him spayed….we are now wondering what his other name is and who the family is that has also adopted him 🙂