Hard for Steven Pinkert to Appreciate a Feral Cat
Steven Pinkert’s wife, Sherma, pointed out that Steven neglected to mention their feral cat Princessa, in his earlier pet story. Perhaps there is a reason…
I really don’t care for this cat. I mean I don’t hate it but we are not shall I say very attached. It lives outside of our home and my wife has adopted it by plying it with food. And now their “intimate” relationship has extended for over 7 years. Lets face it, me and Princessa got off to a rough start. In the first week that it appeared it would hiss at me whenever it saw me in my backyard. You couldn’t approach it (even today you still can’t approach it but now it no longer hisses). It lived outside, was feral, and not too friendly towards anyone.
But we got off to a much worse start. One day in the first few weeks when it was hanging out – on and off in our backyard, and Sherma was out of town, I noticed that the cat had disappeared from the backyard for a few days.
That night I heard a cat crying and upon investigation found that Princessa was hold up in one of our bathroom, screaming in the corner and getting even more agitated when she saw me. So I called a service to remove the cat – I mean it wasn’t our cat. It was a stray feral cat, right? They captured Princessa with a noose at the end of a pole and safely transferred her to a cage in their truck. Goodbye Princessa I thought.
Sherma called to tell me how much fun she was having with her friends in Los Angeles and so I casually I told her the Princessa story. (Come to think of it I don’t think Princessa quite had a name yet.) Anyway, she was furious. I mean furious – kind of like Princessa was when I walked into the bathroom to investigate. Hissing and all.
Sherma hung up on me and unbeknownst to me she called her secret cat network friends. Oh yes she really has cat people friends who have a kind feline network or something. Anyway when I woke up the next morning Princessa was at the back door and has remained there ever since.
Okay, maybe Princessa has a good reason not to like me.