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My Cat as an Independent Animal

Updated on May 18, 2017
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Odewoye,Graduate Electrical Engineering,Registered member, Engineering Council U.K,Registered member(COREN) Nigeria. Professional Engineer.


Cats are very independent animals. They’re very sexy, if you want. Dog are different. They‘re familiar. They’re obedient. You call a cat, you go ‘cat, come here. He doesn’t come to you unless you have something in your hand that he thinks might be food. They’re very free animals and I like that” -Antonio Bandera

“Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because someone else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwing of alien bipeds are none of its business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who relishes a stimulus to his self-importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your attempts to make it play when it is not in the humour. That is personality and individuality and self-respect -- the calm mastery of a being whose life is its own and not yours -- and the superior person recognizes and appreciates this because he too is a free soul whose position is assured, and whose only law is his own heritage and aesthetic sense.” -H.P Love Craft

My Cat
My Cat

The Story of my Cat

My name is Francis, When I first got my cat, she was a tiny kitten, no more than five weeks old, and she wasn't eating. I began to coax her to eat and I posted morsels of kitten food into her mouth every four hours and kept her basket by my bed so I could monitor her day and night. And began to rally and, as she grew, so did her attachment to me. She would never leave my side.

At times it became annoying, especially when she kept getting under my feet. She was so attached to me that she resented anyone else coming near.

My Cat was only joy for many weeks and complete emotional support and gave me a reason to wake up in the morning. I would play and cuddle with her all day long and soon I knew I needed to pull myself together and get a job so that I could afford to feed and spoil them. My Cat is a little calico with a very cat like personality. She likes to be on her own and go hunting outside. She is my true hero. Whenever I am feeling down she will come find me and make sure I am okay and whenever she needs me she runs around yelling "mom."

Cat as an Independent Animal
Cat as an Independent Animal

Cat an Independent Animal:

One day my cat brought home an injured chick it had caught in the morning. I found out it was a chicken and that it belong to a house a few streets away so took it back. The owner said my cat has killed loads of his chickens and that he used to keep canaries but my cat had killed all of them, he said it was $1000’s worth of birds.

He said the canaries were kept in the shed and doesn’t know how the cat got in. I looked in their back garden and it seemed like the chickens were kept in a rabbit hutch. He said he’d tried setting his dogs on the cat and even tried to shoot the cat but nothing has kept the cat out. I don’t want my cat to be shot or attacked and he’s only doing what is natural to him.

Another neighbor down the road, whom I’ve never met, came over tonight one day and told me to look up my cat that is scaring her rabbits to death, literally and killed five so far, and her chickens. The rabbits and chickens are in cages so my cats, sticks his paw in the cages and “bat” at them.

Not only that, one of my neighbor too reported to me that he was upset, that this is the second time my cat has gotten in to his yard and into his chicken coop.The first time, he drug out his buff Orpington to their back fence and tried to kill her, the cat was caught in time, and rescued buffy. But this time he said he did not make it in time and the cat got into his chicken coop and killed one of his chickens, then the man was so frustrated.

I don’t know how I can prevent it? He’s an outdoor cat and would be miserable if kept locked up, besides we’ve tried it before when we had him neutered and it was impossible! I could put lots of bells on his collar (he had two on it) but that would only help a bird that could fly away. I think it’s down to the owner of the chickens to invest in a proper hen house.

One thing I know is having cats around adult birds is a good thing in most cases; cats will hunt and kill any mice that are attracted to fallen feed, thereby helping to keep away other predators like snakes or weasels that may be attracted to the same prey. Just be sure to keep your baby chicks and smallest birds secure.

To keep your baby chicks safe from house cats, simply keep your chicks in a secure brooder. A cat will stick her paw into a brooder and try to snag and pull out the baby chicks. So use a secure screen or fine mesh hardware cloth, make sure the cat cannot overturn the brooder, either, or lift the lid or node in!

I suggest you keep your chicks in their brooder away from the cats entirely. Perhaps in another room. For adult birds, again cats will very, very rarely be a problem.

My Cat saves life
My Cat saves life

How my Cat Saves life

On that faithful day, it was on Friday afternoon, the fire started in the kitchen, possibly from an Electric Cooker that was left plugged in, from there, it spread with terrible efficiency, engulfing the dining room, then sweeping through the living room of the house. I was in my bed room, I was at the lowest point I had ever been in my life. After much anguish and heartache, I was confused, I don’t know what to do, I didn’t have a clue that the house was burning down around me. My elder brother Samuel was outside thinking that I would be affected by the inferno, due to the speed the fire spread, my voice was cracking with emotion, my mother Theresa wasn’t at home at the time of fire. But I wasn’t alone in the house that recent Friday afternoon.

I was stirred by a sudden, frantic crying of my Cat at the door. It was my Cat, when I swung open the door, amid in the thick tendrils of smoke; My Cat stood crying in shrill warning. I managed to scoop up the terrified Cat and barrel downstairs through a wall of deadly smoke.

Finally, I and my Cat stood at the backyard, watching the family house fade into the inferno, the entire thing was engulfed in flames, family lost everything in that fire. So this is where my depression comes in and my Cat saves my life that day. I went through my first real sober life test, a break up. I had no coping tools to manage this kind of life event. I was devastated and wasn’t mentally or emotionally equipped to handle this emotional disturbance. Even my Cat was disturbed throughout that day, he couldn’t eat. We thank God no life was lost.


To some, cats are just cute pets to have. But, to some cats are their companions and protectors. Sure, they small, and their strength may not compare to that of a larger animal. But, they are quick, and very smart. And, their reflexes are impeccable. When all these skills unite, they can turn any cat into a life saving animal. And, that’s exactly what my particular Cat is….life saving heroes.



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