“The Snow Prelude No.15” by Ludovico Einaudi (courtesy of Θάλασσα μαυροθάλασσα (Thalassa mavrothalassa)):
Here is the story of a wild cat. One morning in February several years ago, during that winter’s worst excesses, I took into the garden as usual a cauldron of hot food for my various wild birds. Dishing out the steaming porridge, fat, smooth peanut butter and bread mixture in as many places as possible so that all the birds had a fair chance of a meal, I glimpsed in the corner of my eye a quick movement, something bright against the snow, but when I spun round, all that I could see was just the flash of a marmalade tail disappearing under the impenetrable canopy of vine. This odd stretch of tangled vine looked more like a brown mesh at this time of year. At its furthest outpost, it trailed on the ground over a fallen tree-trunk, but at the front it resembled a gaping open mouth as its upper jaw rested over the washing line that had got stretched under the weight of the branches. The whole stretch of vine was some ten square yards and during the warm months it looked attractive, all green and covered with flowers. It was a haven for small birds, and a place of the utmost safety for any temporarily misplaced fledgling.
The sight of the tail instantly struck me as odd since I knew all the neighbouring cats well, and we had a long-standing understanding that if spotted, they wouldn’t argue but would jump over their respective fences without even a second glance back. To do anything else would have been in breach of our agreement. They knew that I defended the birds with the ferocity of a mad rottweiler, although they had all noted over the years that I didn’t use dirty tricks and fought a fair war. Sensing something unusual, I retreated quietly back to the house.
The weather that morning was quite atrocious, what with the freezing temperature and snow thickly covering the ground. From the warm comfort of my kitchen, standing by the window, I watched a small cat emerging from his hiding place. Sinking low at times, he crawled in the snow, searching under the trees for the frozen bits of yesterday’s food that the birds had dropped. His stomach was distended and it almost touched the ground, even when he straightened up. As he was pale apricot in colour, I just knew he had to be a male, and therefore it wasn’t pregnancy but worms that were giving him such an odd shape.
I didn’t waste any more time on observations since my life’s main policy has always been first things first. I grabbed my coat, a plate, a spoon and a large tin of cat food and dashed out. The same thing happened again; the cat dived under the vine with such agility that two things became obvious: firstly, he must be a wild cat, and secondly, he was young and uninjured, although bedraggled and starving. I left the food close to the vine enclosure and went back into the house. Within seconds, the cat had put his nose to the plate, and in no time at all the small mountain of food had disappeared.
The happy story of another rescue cat (courtesy of The Dodo):
As it wouldn’t be possible to get him into the warmth of the house that day, I had no choice but to organise a makeshift den to give him vital protection against the foulest weather for decades. The weather forecast for that night predicted a further drop of temperature, and so there was no time to lose. A frantic rummage through my spare room wardrobe and chest yielded a thick double quilt, a wool cape, two old mink coats (jumble sale finds), two pillows , five woollen jumpers, some old curtains, four hot water bottles, and several folded sturdy cardboard boxes that were kept to accommodate any injured animals that were brought to me by people looking for help.
Some of the boxes had to be put into black refuse sacks to prevent their deterioration, others were arranged together to form a structure resembling an open shelf in a tallboy, with another one turned upside and place on top to form a roof. The bottom deep shelf had a layer of clothing, then a hot water bottle and finally on the top, a mink coat draped, fur side up, over a pillow. This was to be the cat’s main bed. The contraption, standing on a raised slab, faced into the vine, as much for privacy as warmth. I hung one mink coat directly over the tallboy-bed to create a warm if luxurious cold-proof backing to the bed. The quilt was folded over the two hot-water bottles that rested on the box. This arrangement provided heat from above as well as protection since the sides of the quilt formed bed curtains as well. I made sure that there was space left between the warm mink-padded roof and the top of the shelf to give the cat a second, higher bedding place. The woolly cape and the curtains on the outside were all hung in layers to create an impenetrable tent-structure above the bed.
To give the elusive wild cat an extra feeling of safety and cosiness, I placed all the tall boxes upright in bin liners and used them to build a wall (approximately five yards long) that together with the vine on one side side formed a dry corridor with an entrance at the end furthest from the bed. The old dresses, each on a hanger and protected by bin liners hung at both sides of the entrance, effectively blocking out cold snow and harsh light. The flat vine roof just above the bed was covered with a large plywood board, finally completing my new protege’s camp. It took the cat only an hour to complete an inspection of the new place and to take full possession of his mink-lined den. As he only emerged from it for a meal, I took it for granted that he approved of his new home. That night the weather took a turn for the worse and the next three weeks were devoted to saving the apricot cat from perishing. His meals included tins of the best cat food with vitamin supplements alternated with freshly cooked chicken, and once in a while lightly cooked diced liver. I had to serve the food at two hour intervals to prevent the poor chap from being eaten alive by the worms. I wanted to get him in the house first and then deal with any medical necessities such as deworming. In the meantime, I kept to a strict routine to establish a rapport with the shy creature.
“Notturno in F Major”, P. 106 – III. Adagio by Michael Hayden, performed by Orpheus Chamber Orchestra:
Unexpectedly, the seemingly ordinary routine of changing the hot-water bottles four times a day proved to be something of a chore since it meant lifting, undoing and peeling the several layers of clothing every time in freezing conditions and literally balancing the bottles on my head since it was essential that both my hands were free. The last feed and water change had to be done at an hour or so past midnight to ensure that the cat was reasonably comfortable during the freezing hours of the night. In the total darkness and on the icy lumpy ground, my progress towards the camp was fraught with unseen obstacles and dangers as I was to find out.
On one occasion, I ventured out into darkness carrying hot-water bottles and food in both my hands, my only guiding light coming from the small torch that I held deftly between my teeth. I tripped on a stone kerb hidden by the snow, and in an instant I found myself catapulted forward at such Olympic speed that I would have ended up impaled on the back fence but for an old sturdy bush of lemon verbena that broke my fall. I was left with only a few cuts and bruises, but sadly the fragrant verbena bush was there no more. It is said that when one is in grave danger, one’s past life flashes before one’s eyes. Well, all I could see before mine were images of the startled faces of my neighbours who on looking up from their cornflakes the following morning would have been confronted by the frozen stare of my impaled head, with a still blazing torch between my blue lips. No doubt my spirit still hovering above the garden would be smiling, after all it wasn’t for nothing that I had always insisted on long-life batteries.
Another happy story (courtesy of The Dodo):
Three weeks on, and the weather relented a little. The apricot cat emerged from his den already looking much sleeker and smoother. What was quite touching to observe from behind the kitchen window was the cat’s obvious delight in his proprietary acquisition. He quite rightly felt that he was now the new master of the garden. Apart from spraying here and there, and even against the wind, he would stroll around his garden exploring the corners, caressing the lower branches of the bushes with his chin, and despite it being only February walking on high legs the way a colt does, with a real spring in his step. From time to time he would make little jolly jumps like an exuberant Morris dancer.
His obviously young age and vulnerability touched my heart. There was already some trust and appreciation on his part, and within a day or two he was playing happily close by, while I changed the hot-water bottles and at the same time talked to him in a soft, affectionate voice. When I returned indoors, I saw him once or twice pressing his little face against the door’s glass panel and peering curiously into the kitchen. But whenever I opened the door, he would run back to his den. All the same, as far as wild cats’ reputations go, this was definitely progress. I didn’t want to risk losing his trust by rushing things, and being infinitely patient seemed the only option.
Unfortunately, as the weather turned freezing again with snowstorms and the forecast of blizzards and more snow, I had to revise my resolution. I phoned around a few animal rescue organisations but apart from a sympathetic ear, no one offered any practical help. One spokesman even sternly told me that they routinely put wild cats down as no one would bother with a problem cat, when there were so many nice ones waiting for homes. One trust suggested that I deal with the cat myself as I obviously liked animals, and only when I called the local Cat Protection League did things start happening. A brisk-sounding lady promised to arrive the next day with a trap-cage and a large pen. True to her word, she arrived on time and not only with the equipment but also with a litter tray and a tin of pilchards. She then gave me a practical demonstration on using the contraption.
At this point, I mentioned to her that while I intended to do my very best to save the cat, the arrangement would have to be temporary until a good home could be found for him. I explained that I didn’t have the time nor even the space for another creature as I already had a hundred-strong flock of various wild birds and a hedgehog living in his own bedroom to look after, not to mention my home to take care of, and more to the point, how would a wild cat restrain himself from killing my birds?
I could have saved myself the effort. Margaret, the lady from the League, looked at me with pity. “Who on earth would take on a feral cat?” she exclaimed, “although a cat is a cat, wild or not. When not neutered, they do initially run amok, climb the walls, and spray everything in sight, and the stench is pure evil…”, her voice tailed off when she noticed thousands of books lining my study’s walls. “As it is, I could do with at least ten good homes a day but that’s just a dream”, she sighed wistfully, “and as to his interest in your birds, well, it’s in a cat’s nature to kill birds even when he is not hungry, don’t you know?” She also added that if pushed, she would take him in, but the conditions would be nothing like the mink bed and fresh chicken. The homeless cats slept in tea-chests huddling together for warmth as there was no heating in their room, and they couldn’t roam free for obvious reasons. “But we can neuter him for you”, she said cheerfully, “and you’d better say goodbye to the birds now. It will be for the best.”
“Morning Has Broken”, performed by Art Garfunkel and Diana Krall (courtesy of Edgardo Herrera):
I wanted to tell her about my daily visitor in summer months, the song thrush. How she flies in through the open door, makes herself comfortable on the back of a tall chair and then calls me to the kitchen in soft but persistent cooing. Or should I have told her about my early morning meetings with a blackbird and his wife, and our cosy exchange of news? This wasn’t just an idle exercise either; in time of trouble – a youngster falling down, a cat prowling, more food needed etc – the blackbird would shout and bang on my window, expecting and of course receiving instant help. I could also mention my friendship with a gardening expert – the robin, the antics of blue tits, the gentle charm of a family of blackcaps, goldfinches and the starlings, and many others, all entertaining and fascinating to watch. Many of the birds knew the house and me so well that during the warm weather they would fly through the open kitchen door, up the staircase and out into the garden again through an open bedroom window. And now all this would have to stop. I could also have pointed out that many people are looking after cats but birds have hardly any protection at all, and some are not only rarely seen but on the verge of extinction. But it was obvious that in Margaret’ s mind, cats were far superior to any old birds and so in the end, I said nothing. Margaret finished her tea and off she went to feed a pony, the twenty-eight cats in her care, and her 90-year old father. I hadn’t the heart to voice my doubts.
To be continued…
“Bring Him Home” (from “Les Misérables”), performed by The Piano Guys (courtesy of The Piano Guys):
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Oh I can’t wait to come back and savor this one.. you know how I love my cats.. Ollie will love it too❤️
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Thank you, Cindy, take your time!
Joanna xx
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You’re devotion to your animals is legendary. I’m sure this story will have to have a satisfactory ending, Joanna.
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Thank you, dear Pat, for your wonderful comments! It is a long story as it took several months for a feral cat to become a friend, and I hope that you read it as it unfolds!
Joanna
PS. Regards to Buddy and Holy!
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I posted a donkey update today. Hope you have time to read it. https://equipsblog.wordpress.com/2024/07/05/donkey-ok/
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Dear Joanna, you are an excellent raconteur with a heart of gold! Such an engaging write with terrific music and videos. I have a feeling it was a happy ending for both the cat and the birds. Till the next post…xoxo
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Thank you, Punam, for your wonderfully insightful comments! Please stay with me and read the unfolding story as it took months to turn a feral cat into my friend and the birds’ friend too!
Joanna xx
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Thank you for your kind comment! It is greatly appreciated!
Joanna
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You are so welcome, Joanna. I wouldn’t miss it for anything!
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Thank you, dear Punam!
Joanna xx
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What a wonderfully entertaining account of this needy cat Joanna. You certainly work very hard at helping those creatures in need. i am looking forward to the next instalment!
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Well done keeping this cat alive Joanna. That does sound like a lot of work. Our son and his wife have saved several feral rabbits from perishing over the years. We also have an unhomed ginger cat in our neighbourhood. Everybody knows him as Waffles, but other than meowing at you and sitting on your front step, he does not want to come inside, even at -40. Have a great weekend. Allan
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What a conundrum! The many animal rescue people I’ve met all had their particular ideas about how to do things, quite convinced that everyone else was wrong. In fact, situations vary so much and so do the animals, so playing it by ear has always been my way. The more animals you help, the more complicated, especially when their needs are opposite, or when they view each other as lunch! It is a special person who does what you do, Joanna, because there is always heartbreak. It is all worthwhile for the joy animals and birds bring, but not everyone is as generous. I am anxious to learn how it turned out!
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Can I just say Joanna, that if you ever decide to write a book about all the animals you’ve cared for, then I’ll be the first to reserve a copy. How you manage to balance the needs of birds, cats, hedgehogs, slugs and heaven knows what else, is beyond me. Traipsing down the garden at midnight in freezing conditions with a hot water bottle for a stray cat is above and beyond the call of duty to say the least. I wouldn’t mind betting he’ll also have a name in Pt 2, and I’m already waiting to find out what happens next.
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Thank you, Malc, for your wonderfully insightful comments! The feral cat story is a long one because it took months to turn him into my and the birds’ friend. But it won’t be a boring story, that is certain! As to a book, all I need is a nature-friendly publisher.
Thank you, Malc, for your time and the kind words, all deeply appreciated!
Joanna
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Dear Joanna, you are an excellent storyteller. Your heart of gold and your profound kindness shine through in every word of yours. I don’t think it’s so simple or quick to turn a wild cat into a friend.
Thanks for the great story told so far, and for the beautiful music and videos. that you shared🙏💞🙏
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Thank you, Allan, for your lovely comments! To get this cat inside you need to do what I have done, it will be in part 2. Yes, it is a lot of patience but also a great satisfaction when you succeed. Perhaps, your son might be interested in reading my blog, because there is so much about nature.
Joanna
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Thank you, Peter, for your wonderful comments! There will be many interesting things in part 2 and the following parts.
Joanna
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Thank you, dear Luisa, for your wonderfully insightful comments! You are right, it takes a long time, several months in fact, to tur a feral cat into my and the birds’ friend! But his story is interesting and you will like part 2 and the following parts.
Thank you again, dear Luisa, your thoughts and your time are greatly appreciated!
Joanna xx
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While I thank you for your very kind reply, I look forward to reading the continuation of this fascinating story
Wishing you a wonderful weekend, dear Joanna 🙏💕🙏
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Thank you, dear Luisa, for your kind words and good wishes, and the same to you!
Joanna xx
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Hello Joanna, another loving story of an animal rescue. Years ago, my daughter had a cat that kept coming to their yard. He was an outdoor cat, always getting in fights with other cats. Little by little they coaxed him into the house, fed him, loved him, etc. Now, he’s part of the family. He still likes to be outside, he still gets into fights, but he likes being loved. Your story reminded me of this. It is a good feeling to take care of the animals. Look forward to the continuation of your story. 💕
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Thank you, Monica, for your wonderful story and beautiful comments! If possible, we must always help anyone in need, human or animal!
Thank you again, Monica, for your kind words, and time!
Joanna x
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After the hedgehog’s fascinating tale, the story of the wild cat will keep your readers captivated, no matter how many parts it has. Both stories reveal that you are a congenial and compassionate person who can make friends with animals, birds, and plants, regardless of how much effort is required to be put in.
The detailed descriptions in this part of the story vividly illustrate how the wild cat looked and how you tried to make his life comfortable in the chilly weather. Kudos to you! You could have named him Baby, just as you named Gaby.
One quote I particularly liked is: “When one is in grave danger, one’s past life flashes before one’s eyes.” So true, Joanna! I have realised it myself.
The post, interspersed with images, music, and videos, is a joy to read. The Dodo’s videos are superb and complement your story well. Thank you for your efforts in bringing this post to life.
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Thank you, Kaushal, for your wonderfully interesting comments! I indeed have an understanding of almost everything on this planet but humans who seldom respond in the way animals and plants do. So far, I have not met an animal that would not respond with gratitude and affection on being given, extraordinary generosity, not so with humans. The feral cat story is a long one because it took months to turn him into the birds and my friend.
Thank you again, Kaushal, for your time and kind words, much appreciated!
Joanna
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Always my pleasure, Joanna! You’re welcome!
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Apologies, Carolyn, for such a late reply to your wonderful comments but we had a general election here and it diverted my attention somehow! The feral cat story is a long one because it took months to turn him into my and the birds’ friend. This is a happy story with many things happening.
Thank you again, Carolyn, your thoughts are much appreciated!
Joanna
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Joanna, I’m entranced by your wildcat story. You are indeed an angel to all animals (your middle name isn’t Florence, by any chance? 🤗😊💌) and so I look forward to the next chapter! Bring it on, dear Joanna! 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓 💐🙋♂️
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Thank you, dear Ashley, for your wonderful comments! I am elated by your response! My nicknames were Sunshine, on account of my sunny disposition first thing in the morning, and Nature as it is my favorite subject to write about. Part 2 is on its way!
Thank you again, dear Ashley!
Joanna xx
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Wow, what a wild start to this story! I can’t believe you built him a whole mansion out of boxes and coats! You’re an amazing caretaker, Joanna.
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Thank you, Ritish, for your wonderful comments! Just wait for the next installments, the amazing things happened!
Joanna
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A feral cat with a mink coat sounds like something from Alice in Wonderland.
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Thank you, Steve, for your witty comments, I wonder myself sometimes if I am not an alien!
Joanna
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Yet another of your brilliant tales with cute living beings highlighting the love & kindness you exhibit while interacting with them thus winning their hearts 💕! Also adore those audio clips you add to the have such sonorous music pleasant to the ears! Thanks for sharing, Joanna
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Thank you, Dhirendra, for your wonderfully insightful comments! I am more than happy that you liked the whole post, the first of many to follow as it took a long time to turn a feral cat into my and the birds’ friend.
Thank you again, Dhirendra, your words are much appreciated!
Joanna
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It’s always great pleasure going through your captivating tales!Thanks Joanna 🙏
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Thank you, Dhirendra, for your kind words!
Joanna
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What a wonderful heart you have and love reading how you created such a safe haven for this feral cat that stole your heart and ours.. I get it totally, Joanna❣️
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Thank you, dear Cindy, for your wonderful comments! There will be more posts about the feral cat and his change into my and birds friend!
Joanna xx
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You’re so very welcome! Oh I can’t wait to read more of your exciting news, Joanna 💓💓❣️
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Thank you, dear Cindy, you are kindness personified!
Joanna xx
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you’re so very welcome, always❣️
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