posted on Jan, 21 2015 @ 02:53 AM
i have two cats, and the THIRD is being scared right now...
A quick word about me.. I work in a restaurant.. (actually I've worked in many). The reason that I've worked in many is that MY restaurant is run by
a kind and talented chef with a heart of gold... think DISNEY-FLICK-WITH-A-BAR.
i work in such a place now... family owned, recipes from the old country, blah-blah-blah, this ain't a food thread.
i clock in, check the salad station, eat a shrimp cocktail, and habitually hit the handsink by the back kitchen door. i mean habitually, i wash my
hands 3000 times a day. but i sell entree plates that cost between 30- 120 dollars, so i figure i ought to.
the kitchen is HOT, the back door is cracked, there's a jumbo LOG of pounds and pounds of USDA PRIME PRIME-RIB cooling in the late autumn breeze.
It's spiced (of course) and roasted to rare so it can cool to med-rare for slice-and-serve. this would serve 20 full grown adults easy. and its about
a foot and a half away from the doorcrack. so. big smells a-waftin-i-suppose...
im IMMUNE i work here. you can wave crab legs at me and i just keep moving... BUT BUT BUT...
AS IM WASHING MY HANDS... a little black and white face with a pink nose pops into the crack in the door.
I yell, "CAT!"
Julio keeps whisking hollandaise. Bruce says "F" cats! I "Fn" HATE cats! i'll kick a cat!... i don't have time to frown at Bruce..
back on the floor.
back in the kitchen, Julio has the hollandaise bottled and Bruce says HEY MARK! (that's me I'm Mark)
Bruce says HEY MARK! You see that little cat? I'm feedin' it shrimp! check this out!
and its true! (yeah he's a tough-guy...)
We were doing a gumbo for the soup-d-jour and Bruce had-a-bout-a-thousand-really-tiny-shrimp-cooked-off for bowl toppers...
he was tossing them through the back-door crack LIKE A NINJA
and the little fuzz-face outback was acting like this had never happened before... (to be fair it really was her first time, its kind of a special
place she found)
SO IT BEGAN! of all the places for a stray cat to find... the kitchen door of a prime rated steak and fish house? DUH
two days later we met her brother, he was missing the tip of his left ear. that was the only way we could tell them apart. once he showed up he never
left her side again, of course the au jus MAY have played in to that... hand crushed anchovie paste COULD have been a factor..
they're the SAME cat twice, it is UNSPEAKABLY CUTE and they're made of hungry. and we can feed KINGZ!... we have shrimp and escargot and white
anchovies and smelts, we have trout and salmon and scallops, we have crab and clams and mussels and lamb and bacon and broth and beef and bouillabase
and chowder and chives and challots and cholula and chops. we get whole fish delivered four foot long..
up front the kings drop amex black cards and order dover sole, branzino, and au poivre...
out back the lil wild ones MEOW and get fish trimmings and hot fat and baguettes soaked in cream.
when he met HIM he had part of his left ear missing..
then SHE had part of HER left ear missing.. and i thought MOUSETRAP... i hope you both at least got the cheese.
they moved into a storage shed accessible beneath the restuarant smoker which is rarely used, huge, warm and dry...
ok so then we feed them a LOT, its SHAMELESS how hungry they are and its SHAMELESS how much food we have.
everyone tells me TAKE THEM HOME
i say but i have two strays now! they're both about fifteen and will be well P.O.d if i bring home two kittens...
the chef says I GOT THIS.
he converts the unused storage behind the smoker to wild-cat-ritz-carleton... not only do they have water and a cat bed... they have a heater and a
private shrimp supply.
i tell the chef that he might have kittens by summer. he says I LOVE KITTENS.
i sleep well for three weeks.
HE goes missing right when then the BAD cold hits.
i give it a few days..
maybe hes roaming? maybe he was taken in by a neighbor? lots of people feed stray cats...
BUT HE NEVER CAME BACK. SHRIMP OR NOT SHE WAS ALL ALONE.
i said OK im off on friday Ill take her home...
but on THURSDAY NIGHT...
2 little rich girls came in with a box.
no offense to little rich gitls but these 2 did not know the story.
they had heard that there was a cat freezing out back and they felt that they HAD to do something.
i told them that the cat was going home with me on the very next day.
THEY TOLD ME THAT IT HAD BEEN OUT THERE FOR MONTHS. they said that they were going to take it right now.
my boss STOPPED me from messing with them and they got her.
i told myself to CHILL but then the girls said something about dropping her off at an animal shelter and i said AWCMON LEMME TAKE HER HOME RIGHT NOW
BEFORE YOU KILL HER AT THE SHELTER!!
the girls said O NEVER. WE ONLY MEANT IF WE COULDNT
i said if you CANT than you shouldnt its a TEN YEAR commitment at min...
they said ok if we cant... then we will call you before the shelter..
i said peace.
IT TOOK FIVE DAYS.
befriending wild animals is an artform. it is rewarding for a long time in unexpected ways. wild animals are intelligent and emotional and free. find
one, feed it, make pals, open the front door, love that it comes back, be worth coming back to. you cant lie to a wild animal.
so thats my drunken rant.
she came home with me after work because the girls came up and GAVE HER BACK.
wild rules. wild does not submit. wild knows a good deal though.
she meowd and peed the box when the girls took her (poor thing)
when i took her tonight she meowd and the box is clean.
i think shes gonna be OK here, its a big place on a cul-de-sac with NO traffic.
there's moles and katydids and trashtalkingsquirells, and ive been known to grow catnip in the garden.
shes about the size of a size six nike and the world aint been TOO nice to her yet...
so wish her luck.
NEW FERAL CAT!!!
wish i had a pick, ill see if i can do something about it...