Okay, cat-lovers, please don’t get mad. I’m a dog-person. I love them; I adore them. And, they seem to feel the same way about me.
Now, don’t get me wrong; I also love cats. I love all animals. But I seem to understand dogs and relate to them. Cats? Not so much.
I’ve been feeding a stray cat over the past few months. I’ve named him or her “Liberty.” Why? What else does a libertarian name just about anything? Plus, he or she is free and seems to like it that way.
So, Liberty, who was at one time skinny and mean-looking, is now getting plump and healthy…and is still mean-looking.
What I can’t figure out is why he or she doesn’t seem to like me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t feed Liberty for applause, but a dog would be like, “man, you ROCK! Thank you so much for the delicious meals, pillow, dry towels, ‘dog-nip’ and the toys you put out here for me. Would you like to be my human? Huh? Would ya’?”
Liberty eats and then walks away without a glance (on several occasions, however, first stopping off to indulge in some catnip. She seems to get really buzzed from that stuff, yet has thus far not ordered a Pepperoni Pizza and watched reruns of The Twilight Zone).
The other day, as he or she was leaving after what appeared to be a delicious meal, I muttered something under my breath about being unappreciative.
I’m not sure, but I think it gave me the finger!
Earlier in our “would-be-human” and “refuse-to-be-anyone’s-pet” relationship, I tried to trap it. The woman at our local humane society suggested I do that so we could get it spayed/neutered and checked for any diseases Liberty might have. She even told me how to set the trap and loaned me one of those cages.
Unfortunately, Liberty was sort of like the Roadrunner and I most resembled Wile E. Coyote. Couldn’t catch it; kept outsmarting me. Plus, I just didn’t have the heart to trap the poor thing. After all, its name is “Liberty.” How do you trap something named Liberty!?
Depending on what happens, I might post some more about this really strange cat. Just don’t let him or her know; he or she is kind of private and not into publicity.