It was the middle of March. I arrived home and pulled into the garage of our condo. As I walked out of the garage heading for the front door, I noticed a small empty plate sitting next to the driveway curb. This isn’t too unusual, as my wife will feed any stray or varmint that comes around. I looked around to see what she has been feeding, but could not see anything. As I put my key in the door, I heard a meow from across the street. I turn around and see a small, skinny, totally black cat come running across the street to greet me. He purred as he rubbed against my leg and I petted him on the head. I had to push him aside so I could get in the door. My wife informed me that she saw a stray black cat that was starving to death, and she thought it needed a home, and that we should be that home. We already had one cat (Carrie – an older Calico), and another cat would be no trouble.
She went to get the cat and bring it in, and it was gone. She couldn’t find it. It took three days before she found it. She brought him in the condo and gave him some food and water. I asked her what she named him, and she replied – “Moe”. Now we had to decide what to do with him because we were leaving for a weeks’ vacation in two days. As we were having this discussion, we heard a lot of commotion coming from another room. That’s when we discovered that a small black cat is hard to keep track of, because there in the living room was Moe, hanging from his front claws on the side of the bird cage, terrorizing our two peach faced love birds. We decided that declawing was in order for him to be a house cat.
We boarded Moe at the vets while we were on vacation, and he had his exams, was neutered, and declawed. When we returned, I picked Moe up at the vets, and paid the bill. I now had an over four hundred dollar “free” cat, and life began with Moe.
When Moe is not sleeping, he eats and terrorizes Carrie, and studies the birds. Our skinny starving cat now weighs fourteen pounds. Moe studies and thinks. The first thing he learned was how to open the sliding screen door to the patio. And then he learned how to open every other door in the house. All of the interior doors have flat handles, not door knobs. He learned that if he jumps up and pulls down on the handle, the door opens. If the door swings in or out it doesn’t matter, he gets it open. I’ve seen Moe study an open door, looking at the handles on either side, trying to figure out how it works.
Moe wants to play and is always attacking the older cat Carrie. Moe is totally silent in his attacks. Carrie on the other hand makes it sound like the house is being destroyed and it’s a fight to the death. I bought a squirt gun to spray Moe when he attacks Carrie. It worked once. After that he was used to being sprayed. Now I can empty the squirt gun on him and he just sits there with a questioning look on his face wanting to know if I’m done yet.
He does have his good moments. He sits on my desk, purrs, wants to be petted, and bats at my hand when I use my computer mouse. He always comes to the door and greets me. At nights he sleeps on the bed and purrs. So goes life with moe.
She went to get the cat and bring it in, and it was gone. She couldn’t find it. It took three days before she found it. She brought him in the condo and gave him some food and water. I asked her what she named him, and she replied – “Moe”. Now we had to decide what to do with him because we were leaving for a weeks’ vacation in two days. As we were having this discussion, we heard a lot of commotion coming from another room. That’s when we discovered that a small black cat is hard to keep track of, because there in the living room was Moe, hanging from his front claws on the side of the bird cage, terrorizing our two peach faced love birds. We decided that declawing was in order for him to be a house cat.
We boarded Moe at the vets while we were on vacation, and he had his exams, was neutered, and declawed. When we returned, I picked Moe up at the vets, and paid the bill. I now had an over four hundred dollar “free” cat, and life began with Moe.
When Moe is not sleeping, he eats and terrorizes Carrie, and studies the birds. Our skinny starving cat now weighs fourteen pounds. Moe studies and thinks. The first thing he learned was how to open the sliding screen door to the patio. And then he learned how to open every other door in the house. All of the interior doors have flat handles, not door knobs. He learned that if he jumps up and pulls down on the handle, the door opens. If the door swings in or out it doesn’t matter, he gets it open. I’ve seen Moe study an open door, looking at the handles on either side, trying to figure out how it works.
Moe wants to play and is always attacking the older cat Carrie. Moe is totally silent in his attacks. Carrie on the other hand makes it sound like the house is being destroyed and it’s a fight to the death. I bought a squirt gun to spray Moe when he attacks Carrie. It worked once. After that he was used to being sprayed. Now I can empty the squirt gun on him and he just sits there with a questioning look on his face wanting to know if I’m done yet.
He does have his good moments. He sits on my desk, purrs, wants to be petted, and bats at my hand when I use my computer mouse. He always comes to the door and greets me. At nights he sleeps on the bed and purrs. So goes life with moe.