Friday, May 4, 2012

Cats


As a little girl I adored kittens and cats. I could sit for hours on our front porch steps with a kitten curled up in my lap purring or taking a nap.

Somewhere along the line that has all changed. When I try to think when that happened I think it must have started shortly after we got married and I was advised to not touch cats while I was pregnant with Sailor. That wasn't too much of a problem since all we had was one very old and very lazy tom cat. When he died we were cat free for a little while but the news that we had a barn with no cats on patrol seemed to spread fast among the rodent population. So we told one of our friends we were looking for some good cats.

He said he knew of someone that wanted to get rid of their cats because they're afraid of them. The thought that someone could be afraid of a cat was a little amusing to us but we hoped they would be able to instill a healthy fear of living in our barn to all unwanted rodents and we said we'd take them.

A few days later they arrived. Five of them. We had never seen any animal and certainly not a simple cat have such an evil look in their eyes. It really was enough to strike fear in your heart when you looked them in the eye. LV introduced them to our hay mow and they got right to work. They soon learned that they would get fed when ever we milked the cows and while we were milking we could expect cats fighting and yowling. Even our big Collie was terrified of them and they chased him away when ever he dared come too close.

Then one evening as I was getting ready to wash the milking equipment I was not happy to see one of the cats jump up on top of the bulk tank and try to lick up any spilled milk. Cats had no business in the milk house so with out stopping to think I turned the water hose on her just as the door blew shut.

The cat exploded in rage but when I quit spraying her she tried to attack me. I turned the water on again as that was the only thing that kept her from getting me. Somehow I managed to open the door and she fled.

The rodent population got wiped out. The evil cats ruled the farm and I for one was happy to leave them to the new owners when we sold the farm and moved.

We have a cat in our life again after someone dropped one off. The children love it. It is a sane normal cat but somehow I'm still happiest when it doesn't get near me.

13 comments:

  1. Ahhhh! I love cats. How scarey to have an onery one, tho.
    Have a beautiful weekend.
    TTFN ~
    Marydon

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  2. I don't think cats can just be naturally evil. I think it's like people; something happened during childhood/kittenhood to cause it. I'm not disputing that these cats were evil, just saying it wasn't necessarily their fault.

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  3. I remember babysitting when I was about 13 or 14 and didn't know these people even had a cat. I went in the kitchen and it was on the sink and went "HEEEEE" at me and I about jumped through the roof. That started my dislike of them (I'm allergic so it doesn't matter). Well, then a few years ago I read Dewey, The Small-Town Library Cat (a true story) and now I find them a little bit endearing. And I want one for our library. LOL I think I'm happier though if they're not too close to me - I have trust issues now with them. ;)

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  4. Cats are like people -- some are nice to be around, and some are not. And, I wrote that just as our youngest rescue resettled on my lap, and the older one is stretched across my ankles. Nothing quite like a purring, sleeping bundle of fur.

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  5. LOL! All you have to do is work at a vet clinic a few short weeks to see that the world is full of crazy barn cats. When they came in to be spayed or neutered, there was always a circus going on. I don't miss those days at all!

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  6. When I was a young teen, we got a little kitten. It was cute and lovable, but it did have one fault. When you went to sleep and went into REM (when your eyeballs move under your closed eyelids while asleep), it was irresistible to the little kitty. He'd pounce on your eyeballs. NOT a pleasant way to wake up! My dad named him Lester the Molester for this habit.

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  7. We've always had at least one cat. They are all different, but I think feral or semi-feral cats, such as barn cats, present problems simply becasuse they've never been around humans. (And you wouldn't want to be hit with a cold spray of water, either!) The cat we have now stands on his back legs beside my husband's chair and stares at him, reaching up from time to time to tap-tap-tap on the edge of the table, until hubby is finished his cereal and puts the bowl on the floor so Eddie can finish off the milk.

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  8. I'm sorry! I'm laughing! I'm really sorry. REALLY! OK... I've stopped. I could just imagine you spraying the cat ... the milkrooms I'm familiar with are not that big and certainly no place to be with a deranged and wildly wet cat! It's always best to fall in love with a kitten and then watch it grow :-) But ... kittens don't catch mice and grown up cats do!

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  9. I feel kinda the same way about dogs. In my "old" age I am coming to the conclusion that dog owners get great satisfaction from their critters, but they're an annoyance to everyone else.

    It sounds like you really had to watch your back with those barn cats though!

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  10. Cats are meh. I love them and I hate them. But I saw the CUTEST kittens on my way home from school. They followed me and the kid I was walking with for a little while.

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  11. I used to really like cats, too, but that all changed with the birth of my first baby. Somehow, I just couldn't wrap my mind around the idea of cuddling a cat and then holding my baby. Now, my children won't hold kittens because they 'prick' and my husband doesn't like cats. We have two and they help keep the mice under control in the barn.

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  13. I loved cats as a girl, too, but now that we've accumulated a few dogs, I really enjoy canines more than felines. Still, there is no better pest control than a cat and it's nice when children grow up with a variety of animals. If only we could turn a hose on every annoyance in our life! ;)

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