My Inbred Cat
I have an inbred cat. His parents are brother and sister. From the same litter. They were adopted by my mother, who failed to spay or neuter them. A situation that was quickly remedied at my insistence.
My cat is black and white. When he was born he was round. Like a tiny little soccer ball. As a kitten he waddled when he walked. And he grew from a soccer ball into an itty bitty cow. Leading to the nickname of cow cat.
Cow cat came to live with me at nearly one year of age. After I decided that it was about time mother thinned out the herd. He was so gentle that I knew he would get along with my 16 year-old cranky kitty. I was right. He never even so much as hissed at her for the year they spent together. She, on the other hand, let him know more than once who was boss.
From the moment he was born I knew my cow cat was, let’s just say, special. He was always oddly attached to me, just like his daddy. I was happy to pay more attention to the waddly little cow cat than I did to the others. He seemed to need it. I have had cats all my life. But none like my cow cat. For one thing he is huge. Roughly 20 pounds. Not fat. Just a very big boy. I find it sweet that sometimes he likes to sleep on my pillow. Right above my head. But I wonder. If he rolls over, will he smother me in my sleep? And it is cute when jumps onto my chest at night. Except I do like breathing. Especially with an intact sternum.
Cow cat does not come when called. He is a stubborn kitty. Not so unusual for a cat. Cow cat does not do anything when called. Occasionally he will twitch an ear. Or look around very subtly. As if he is looking for the source of the sound that is coming from right behind him. I wonder sometimes if he knows he is being called. If he realizes that the silly human that is whistling and tapping the floor and making weird noises and gestures is trying to get his attention. By the looks of him, I wonder if he knows anything is going on at all. He just sits. So I have just given up calling him. I just go get him. And pick him up. And he goes limp. Why? I don’t know. Does he know? Perhaps.
Cow cat doesn't understand dinner. He doesn't come running at the sound of the can opener. If you are wondering. Cow cat can hear very well. He can smell too. And his eyesight is just fine. I have checked all three. I have seen these senses in action. But sometimes I wonder if something prevents them from all coming together like they should. I am reminded of this at dinner time. He learned very quickly the location where I set his food down. And he learned to proudly sit in his “food place” and wait for dinner. Not so strange. What is odd is what happens if dinner comes and he is not sitting “at ready”. Then it seems that he can’t quite figure things out. I know he is hungry. It’s past dinner time. And he was just begging for food. I know he can smell the food I just put down. I see him sniffing. I know he can hear me tapping the dish. His ears are twitching. Yet he cannot seem to locate his dinner. So I pick him up and set him at his dish. And he eats.
Cow cat is also a nervous eater. I have to be sure not too much dry food is left out. Should he be startled from his nap he will run to his dish and eat. If he is playing and the dish catches his eye, he will stop and eat. If he gets excited by something he sees or hears outside, you got it, he eats. It’s amazing he is not 40 pounds.
Cow cat watches a lot of TV too. Too much I think. And he really does watch . You can tell he really likes something when he sticks his nose closer to the screen. He loves commercials and bad reality TV. He does not swat at the images like other cats. He doesn’t even move from the couch. Unless it is to run. Oh yes. Images of dogs and, oddly enough, marathon runners have sent him running at top speed to hide in a bedroom. Eventually he will come out and sit at the end of the hall. Once he is sure it is safe, its back to the couch.
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Cow cat is determined. If that is the word for it. He has sat and stared at the same patch of foliage for hours. Literally. Barely moving. Even when called. Not a twitch. Until he got hungry and came in for dinner. And then back to the very same spot for another 2 hours. What was he looking at? I have no idea. All I can assume is that something, a chipmunk perhaps, ran into the patch and cow cat was waiting for him. And waiting. And waiting. Until it got dark. And he came inside. Cow cat will sit under the bird feeder for a whole afternoon. Crouched as low as he can get. As if that will hide his huge black and white body. I can tell that he wants to catch a squirrel more than anything. Do you suppose he realizes that at some point he will have to move if he is going to get it? I am sure he does. He is waiting for the perfect moment. He will be waiting for hours. Cow cat’s sitting habit that I really can’t figure out happens in my garage. He sits on the roof of my car. He loves that spot. Maybe there are mice that run around and that is a good vantage point. But how on earth is he going to catch one from up there? Or maybe he is just thinking. Meditating even. Maybe he is The Fool on The Hill, only he is the cat on my car. Only cow cat knows. Or does he?
At his latest trip to the Vet cow cat displayed some of his very special behavior. He got a new vaccine. No needle. It uses compressed air. And it made a very loud sound right on his rump. Cow cat didn’t even jump. He did, however, calmly look around in front of him for the source of the sound. The Vet never saw a cat react like that. I mentioned that he is a bit odd. And that his parents are litter mates. I asked if this could have anything to do with it. He said it could be possible. Hard to tell.
The vet asked me if he is functional and if he is happy. And I sad that he is. And I love him. To which the Vet responded “Well, that’s all that matters.” And he’s one hundred percent right.