Friday, September 24, 2010

A Happy Rescue Story From Reader Rohan Jayasekera

We'd known a veteran street cat (whom my wife Yvonne called Elvis because his mouth was crooked in an Elvis-like sneer) for quite some time and fed him frequently. One day in summer 2004 Elvis showed up together with an neutered orange and white cat, perhaps two years old or so (we couldn't really tell, but he was a young adult for sure), who was clearly out of his element on the street and so Elvis was letting him tag along and leading him to food sources etc.  This new cat was very scared and would look out from behind a fence when we tried to give him food.  He gradually got used to us and started spending most of his time in our back yard, unlike street veteran Elvis who continued to roam.  Yvonne built him a little house, a cardboard box that she reinforced etc., and he settled into it.  She called him Orange Kitty because she didn't want to get too attached to him, but that got shortened to Orange and when it started to get cold late in the year we took him in (he had to endure the stares of our existing four cats, but they got over it) and he's been with us ever since.  Yvonne is sure he had once been with a couple and got lost or something (there were no lost-found cat notices that I could find, and he's not microchipped), because he loves being with the two of us together.