Have you heard of Notes from the Universe? Go have a look. I’ll wait.
This morning when I checked my email, I found this Note from the Universe:
I just want you to know, Robin, that those animals you’ve known, who’ve moved beyond the veils of time and space, were forever changed by your love, they’re alive and well, and they’ve banded together to ask me a favor… that I make sure you get this message.
Bark, meow, chirp, ergle –
Forever changed, Robin… you have that effect on people, too. And trees. Shrubbery’s completely different, though.
It was a bizarre thing to read on this particular day. Too bizarre.
I named the Poor Abandoned Kitty. We called him PT, short for Poor Toonces. He looked nothing at all like the Toonces he was named after (“Toonces the Driving Cat” from television’s Saturday Night Live), but he reminded me of Toonces. Something in his attitude, I suppose. Qualities of recklessness and abandon.
Over the short time that I have been here, PT has been steadily declining in health. I’ve been feeding him, but was never able to gain his trust enough to get close to him. As it turns out, that may be just as well.
PT would often disappear for two or three days at a time, and each time he returned he seemed worse than when he left. Each time he disappeared, I thought maybe he’d gone off to die. He reminded me of the song “The Cat Came Back” (“the cat came back, we thought he was a gonner, but the cat came back, the very next day”).
Last week I noticed PT was having trouble walking. He would weave around a bit, stop, walk fine for a few steps, then weave some more. Over the weekend the weaving got worse and he started stumbling. It was heartbreaking to watch. Poor, poor kitty.
On Monday I called the Humane Society to see if they could help. Somewhat tearfully, I explained the situation and said this poor kitty desperately needed either to be helped or euthanized. He’d been through enough, and I was unable to gain his trust enough to get him the help he needed.
Yesterday, around noon, Jack and Cathy from the Humane Society showed up, ready to trap PT in a humane trap. They explained how it would be done, and showed me how to bait and work the trap in the event that they were unable to trap PT while they were here. We couldn’t find the kitty at first. But as Jack was baiting the trap with some particularly strong smelling mackerel, we heard a loud MEOW from up above. PT had been napping up on the platform. Seeing people near his little house (a playhouse we salvaged for him so he could have a place to eat and sleep), he probably thought, “Chow time!” Or maybe he caught the scent of the fish and thought, “A treat!!”
As we walked away, PT came down from his perch and circled around. He was wary and finally settled a few feet away from the trap. The trap, by the way, was covered with an old beach towel. When you trap a cat, they will practically kill themselves trying to get out, but if you cover the trap, the kitty will remain calm.
Jack told me to go back over to the trap, pretend to be putting out food, and do whatever it is I usually do when feeding him. I did as instructed, talking to PT the whole time (because that’s what I do). I ended with what I always do by saying, “I’m leaving now. You’re safe. Come on over and eat, baby.”
Well, I think you know by now where this is going. We trapped PT. The very nice people from the Humane Society took him to a local vet. An hour later, Jack called with bad news. PT was too sick and too wild for the vet to treat, and they were worried about the possibility of rabies. He asked if anyone had touched the cat or been scratched by him. The answer, thankfully, was no.
I wish people would learn to take care of their pets by having them spayed or neutered. I wish people would have the heart and the compassion to take care of their pets in some way if they can’t take them along when they move. I wish people would stop abandoning animals to the wild, leaving them to fend for themselves. Some animals do okay, but most that I’ve seen, have a hard time of it out there.
Shape up people. Please.
Note: I’m taking a break from blogging. I’ll be back, oh, next week, maybe. Or the week after that. We’ll see. Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be.