My biggest issue with the possibility of moving is what to do with Cat. First, we’ve tried to catch her in a trap just to take her to get shots. We catch lots of cats but we have never caught Cat. Maybe she sees other cats go into the trap and she’s learned not to do it, although we always release the other cats.
This morning, I was thinking about Cat and thought . . this is exactly what happens when we, whether it’s parents of adult children, the government, co-workers . . I’m sure you’ll think of other examples, but when we do for others what they should be doing for themselves, we create dependency.
When Cat first came here, she was very apprehensive about eating the food we provided and often, she would go days without eating cat food. She would leave portions of snakes, mice and rabbits for us to see that she was doing her job and being a good cat. We thought we were being good “parents” and kept food out for her. Now, she sits on her cat tree Vince made for her and meows until we fill her food bowl. The rabbit population is growing and I’m sure so are the mice and snakes because Cat would rather wait for her food bowl to be filled than go out and catch her own meals.
There were times, before we learned her routine and she learned ours, that she would get closed up in the shop at night and there were accidents so I put a litter box in there. It’s been in there well over a year and I’d check it from time to time and she had never used it. I had kinda forgotten about it and walked by it yesterday – full! Now, she’s probably going into the shop even during the day to do her business. Why bother digging a hole in the hard, dry dirt when there’s a box of kitty litter waiting inside. This morning Vince took the box out, dumped it, scrubbed it and he wasn’t going to put it back but I told him now that she’s in the habit of going in there, no telling what she might do so we’d better put it back.
So, we’ve taken a cat that was feral and used to living on her own, taking care of herself, made her dependent on us for food, water, and even a heated cat house in the winter, we have no way of moving her and even if we did, she probably wouldn’t even be happy wherever we end up (and we don’t even know at this point). We thought we were being nice and helpful, and actually, I’m thinking we might have played a cruel trick on her. I look at her . . she loves us now . . Vince more than me. Every morning, she is waiting to be petted, but that’s the only time of day we can get close to her. I used to try picking her up just a little, leaving her back legs on the ground and hoping to work my way up to being able to pick her up completely, hoping to be able to some day get her in a carrier. I don’t see that ever happening without the use of drugs.
When I go back to the vet with Rita, I’ll ask and see if they have any suggestions but even if we could catch her, I don’t think moving her is an option.
It probably would have been better for all concerned if we had never started feeding her but, we thought we were being kind!