I get along better with animals, than humans.
I keep my two cats Aurora and Priapus, inside. I keep them inside even though Im sure its detrimental to thier mental health.
I know cats are hunters by nature, and Australia's small native animals are no match for them. Anyone who says thier cats dont hunt, dont know thier cats.
Its not the cats fault that they are here in Australia - its peoples fault.
There is a sign up in my yard. A sign that only cats can see. Not having seen it myself, I dont know exactly what it says. But it must translate to "Safe House". Travelling cats see this sign, and if they require assistance, they know to hang out and allow me to see them.
Most times of the year, theres only one. But in spring - the season when a young Tom's fancy turns to love - traffic goes way up. I have FIVE strays Im monitoring at the moment, two are pregnant*. Sweetie*, Blondie*, Bluey, Battleaxe, and Greylegs.
Sweetie is very loveable. She wants to be loved as much as she needs to be fed. She is ravenous not just because she is pregnant, but also because she is heavily infested with worms. Par for the course when youre living rough on the streets.
So yesterday: I got a wormer that is safe for pregnant cats and a little tin of Royal Meow, waited for Sweetie to arrive, then went out to open the nights 'clinic'.
To my very great relief, the crushed wormer tablets mixed into the fishy mush was gobbled up with no hesitation. Now see, a pampered house cat would have instantly turned up thier nose and refused it - indeed, a pampered housecat would have preferred to starve.
Then Sweetie and I had a little love-fest. She just loves being pet, and craves loving company. I consider this one sign she is an abandonded pet. Aurora and Priapus, who watch from the window with great malice, are not impressed. (Dont worry, I change my clothes and have a big wash when I get in so I dont bring nasties of any sort back inside to these spoiled brats.)
But after a time, one must say' goodbye for now'. I explain to Sweetie that this special meal will make her tummy feel a bit better, and when I see her tommorrow we will see what else we can do - after all - I need to be sure that she really is abandoned, and not just a neighbor's neglected pet before I take her off to a shelter.
As I walked back to the front door, I lost my balance and fell over, dislocating my shoulder.
So I ask you...was that Karma?...or...Hubris?