Don,
Hey Tintin,
You didn't tell us how your cat sent you to the hospital twice........
Story, story story............
Mimi was a feral cat which had been in my neighborhood for almost a year. He was very elusive, and neighbors told me they had tried to feed him, without success: he would run a.s.a. he saw a human. I started feeding him twice daily, last December (a very snowy month in Boston, when we broke the record with 27+ inches of snow). I could only watch him from my window, as he would only come to eat when he was sure there was no human presence. Progress was made by leaps and bounds and in April he finally made contact with me. I had set his bowl by the door of my covered breezeway, and sat at the opposite end. Each day I would bring my chair closer to the bowl, and on the fourth morning, he just by-passed the food, jumped on my lap, and started paw-pawing, purring, and "marking" me (in the process, he also covered me with lots of his white hair). Boy, was he a mess! Skinny, his hair all matted and dry. Few days later, during the same routine, it nipped my thumb and drew blood. This led to my going to the Emergencies at the hospital to start an anti-rabies series of shots (we have rabid raccoons, foxes, in the area). In the meantime, we met twice a day (but, just in case, I was wearing gloves), and after 10 days, I stopped the shots, since it was obvious Mimi was not rabid.
I took Mimi in my household few weeks later (not an easy task, with two other cats, including an alpha-male! And he was scared of my wife…).
My other two cats go outdoor but under supervision. There are coyotes in the neighborhood that already have taken care of several cats. Early September, I decided that I could now "trust" Mimi and took him out couple of times. The third time, he started taking off in the wrong direction several times and I tried to set him straight (Turkish angoras are known to be very stubborn), and in trying to cut its path, I stumbled on a stone, caught myself with my right arm on a small tree, but Newton got the best of me, and in the process I tore the distal tendon of my right biceps. So, back to the hospital for repairs: operation, 6 weeks in a cast and now in rehab. Actually, in a sense, it was not Mimi's fault if I am that clumsy, so I should not blame him, but if he had not been so stubborn...
Anyway, since this is a Bali Forum, we should talk about Bali cats. So, here are the pictures of 3 Balinese cats who lived at my friend's house , in Nyuh Kuning.
Jeruk is my favorite. Manis, the female, was so jealous of him: when I held him, she would come over and pull on the cuff of a leg of my trousers. And when I finally put Jeruk down, she would let him know what she thought about the whole affair…I also found her often in my bed at night, and when I tried to kick her out, she would spit and hiss at me: at least, if not for female human, I must be at least the ideal type for female cats…
