Is this your cat?
… because it’s not mine.
I made a mistake a few days ago (yep; another one).
I’d better start at the beginning…
I’ve seen this one-eyed black cat around the neighbourhood for some time now. It’s always been skittish in the past; I’ve tried making friends with it several times, but it didn’t want to know.
Now, I don’t like wasting anything (especially food). And my cat, vIghro’wIj (Klingon for ‘my cat’) is a bit of a fussy eater. He rarely cleans his plate. And so, I’ve got into the habit of taking yesterday’s dish into the garden every morning when I feed him (yes, I know that could encourage rats, but there are enough cats around here to keep them under control). Something (probably not a rat; I’ve only ever seen a few of those around here, and always cat-mauled dead ones) was eating those leftovers, as the plate would always be clean later in the day. I was beginning to think it was an invisible something, as I never saw it.
And then, a few days ago, I saw the black one-eyed cat in the garden again. And, this time, it responded well to my friendly overtures. It allowed itself to be stroked; it purred; it even stropped my legs.
I named it wa’ mIn (‘one eye’).
Here’s where the mistake came in: I gave wa’ mIn some kitten food (that vIghro’wIj will no longer eat for some odd reason, even though he’s not yet two years old; still a kitten, really). A whole pouch. And wa’ mIn wolfed (er, ‘tigered’?) it down. And, since then, it won’t leave. It sits by the back door. All. The. Time. When I open the door to go outside, it tries to come in. It. Won’t. Leave.
This wouldn’t be a problem, except that vIghro’wIj is clearly afraid of wa’ mIn. When wa’ mIn tries to do the usual cat protocol, sniffing vIghro’wIj’s backside, vIghro’wIj backs off – and sometimes even hisses and growls, which is most unlike him. When he’s out, he won’t respond to my calls as he usually does. He’s still returning each morning after his nightly prowls, but has to negotiate his way past wa’ mIn, dashing through the door when he figures he has enough room.
I don’t know how to encourage them to be friends.
wa’ mIn’s fur is very clean, and he (or she?) has clearly been eating well (more than the scraps I’ve been leaving out). In fact I suspect that it’s overweight. It must have an owner (not that cats have owners, of course; they have staff). I’ve asked my neighbours if they know whose cat wa’ mIn is. No luck so far: I’ll just have to keep trying.
One problem is that I have to move soon. (The house-hunting is the reason for my absence in the blogosphere of late; I’m sorry I’ve not been visiting my blogging friends’ sites as usual, I simply don’t have time at present.) When it comes time to move, I’ll have to abandon wa’ mIn. I’m sure it’ll survive, but, even so, I’d like to find its owner – assuming it has one – before I leave. So… if you can help, I’d appreciate it.