posted on Sep, 8 2005 @ 09:46 AM
One day, my wife of the era and I went to pick up a cat from the Cat Protection Society.
It was a Russian Blue, a fine specimen, aloof yet friendly to well-intentioned visitors that it got to know. We took it home.
After a weekend of bizarre feline behavior, the highlight being the act of defacation in the kitchen sink, we determined the cat was telling us
something was wrong.
On Monday, we received a call from the Vet's office saying that by clerical error we had managed to take home the Vet's own cat.
We returned the cat on Tuesday (no further major incidents of inappropriate toileting having ensued, nor climbing of walls to ceiling level) to the
relief of the vet, then took our own cat home - a doppelganger of Insane Cat, but not related.
We named the cat "McCoy" after the Real McCoy. McCoy was a well-adjusted cat who adapted immediately to his new environs, and befriended all cats in
the neighborhood with the exception of one ginger tom, who had previously ruled the roost. I spoke to the ginger tom at some length one day about
having good positive relations with newcomers, and these two adapted to each other somewhat begrudgingly, and would no longer chase each other under
We left McCoy with a student of my ex-wife when we shifted countries. He had a good life by all reports, as cats go.
Later on in a place I sometimes call home, I had the pleasure of accommodating a couple for a few months who had migrated from the UK. As the time
drew near for the release of their two cats who had been held in quarantine, they moved to their own home. The cost of transporting and quarantining
their cats for the period amounted to a couple of thousand pounds.
I couldn't relate to that.
[edit on 8-9-2005 by MaskedAvatar]