Thanks to all for the post and the videos. They had me laughing so hard I was crying.
We currently are in loyal service to two feline tyrants, one male, one female. The female came to us directly from the litter, about a week after her
mother had weaned them. She's the sweetest, most social and agreeable cat I've ever known. She's not very vocal except about hunger and then you
should hear the pitiful stories she tells---about how her stomach has a blister 'cause it was rubbing her backbone---this from a cat who has never
known a day of hunger in her entire life. The only other time she becomes vocal is when she is playing "Growl and Howl" with her brother!
The first few times I heard those screeches and screams I was convinced that she was being disemboweled at the very least---only to discover that she
was was six feet above him looking down and howling like someone was chewing on her tail. The male meanwhile is looking at me and plainly saying,
"Such a little drama queen!"
The male is twice her size and came to us as an emaciated and very distrustful young fellow about 4 years ago. He appeared on the porch one day and
came right up to me and told me he was very hungry and very tired and hadn't had a nice scritch in a very long time. He was obviously socialized to
some degree but was also obviously neglected. As we sat there on the steps, I noticed something strange about him.
His tail didn't move. Even when he did the scent markings on the porch posts, his tail was just hanging behind him. At some point in his life, his
tail had become separated from his spine. It handicaps him in many ways and I think communication with other animals is a major handicap. He gets
along just fine with dogs but it takes other cats a long, long time to trust him. And although he and I bonded upon first encounter, it took him a
long time to trust me enough to pick him up and examine him if need be. I got slashed numerous times because without a tail to watch, I had a hard
time discerning his moods.
It took my husband a full year to gain his trust but once they bonded, they are buds for life. But there are few other humans that he will allow to
touch him. The only exception is the vet's office. Once he gets into the office, they can do whatever they need to do and he is patient and
accepting. I was absolutely blown out of the water when I took him into the office the next day after he appeared to have him tested and examined. I
warned the staff about his slashing because we'd never had a cat that was a slasher before. But he was a perfect gentleman. He was in perfect
health except for being about half of his normal weight. So we scheduled the surgery to neuter him as soon as he gained his weight back.
Because he has no use of his tail, I've learned to watch his ears and eyes more and although I don't always catch things the first time around,
he's become more tolerant and understanding of me as well.
He came into our lives in a very turbulent time and there is a part of me that believes he was sent to teach us about to handle handicaps that aren't
readily apparent. My husband had just suffered a stroke and although he had recovered from the obvious physical disabilities he/we were just
realizing that there were other disabilities that weren't so readily apparent or easily communicated. The cat with his disability and his need for
nurture allowed us to focus on something other than our issues. He helped us through that awful time and brought us closer together. Now---we are
enslaved completely, following each and every order either of them commands!
I've always been known in my family as She Who Speaks Cat. I suppose I learned cat language from them at the same time I was learning human language
from humans. We always had lots of cats around the farm and house and I had my own cat from my earliest memories. I learned early that each animal
had their own personality, just like each person I encountered.
I'm not claiming to be nearly as adept at communication with them as the lady who talked to the leopard. Sometimes I wish I did have that ability
and then....I think maybe it's best I don't know how our ManCat lived before he came to us...
Again, Thanks for the posts and the thoughts...