It happened again. Another heartache for a poor adorable kitty that was just dropped off and abandoned.
It seems that our village is a handy place for unfeeling people to just abandon their unwanted pets. I wonder how a person like that could have such disrespect for life. Would they treat another human in such an inhumane way?
You most likely recall the column I wrote about Zorro, the long-haired tuxedo-type junior kitten who adopted our daughter. He seemed to be a drop-off, too, because of the deplorable condition he was in ... so skinny and his long hair so dirty. That poor cat didn’t look like he had seen a brush or comb in his whole little life. He just wandered around the village for days looking and searching for a happy home to be warm and loved in.
Yes, he’s still here and he’s now beautiful and healthy. Our hearts went out to him and he knew who would be his friends. Animals know ... they have emotions, too.
As I most emphatically wrote back then in the April 18, 2009, column of this newspaper: “The righteous one is caring for the soul (life) of his domestic animal ...” And that’s a firm directive from our Creator right from Proverbs 12:10.
And I should quote the entire sentence for it continues: “ — but the mercies of the wicked ones are cruel.” What does that tell everyone?
And now we have another “unwanted.” We call him Tigger. He’s a short-haired, beautifully marked guy with an astounding meow-yowl to voice his presence. He too is a junior kitten. Being housebroken and well-mannered, he showed us that he was someone’s pet. Perhaps lost?
We asked the village folks and hung a poster but no replies. Finally a neighbor remembered that a person several doors up just moved out and, guess what, left their cat.
We enjoy feeding all the various kinds of birds and, of course, there are moochers who delight in all the freebies, too. At present we have visits by a beautiful black squirrel we call Blackie, gray squirrels, chipmunks and a cute sassy little red squirrel who scolds loudly to get his turn in the feeder. We thoroughly enjoy watching all the activity of each little bit of life with their cute ways, especially the circus maneuvers on the hanging suet cakes.
One early evening, after dark, when I peeked out the back door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a huge fluffy ball of brown fur taking up the whole A-frame feeder. As I gaped and blinked, a tail poked out with the telltale rings ... then came the little bandit face with pointy ears. He did a great job of clearing out every speck in crack and cranny, saving me a much-needed cleaning job. He was so hungry that my presence didn’t seem to bother him at all. It was quite a delight to see the little critter eat. He’s so polite, with his little fingered-paws scooping up each tiny morsel. We call him Ringo. That seemed to be an apt name for a raccoon.
Every so often, a neighbor cat will stop by to enjoy a few crunchies that we leave on the porch, and several strays have found a much needed meal there. But when Ringo showed up, and then when his family of three little bandits came the following night, we were worried that there might be a confrontation since the crunchy cat food was everyone’s favorite. What to do? For this became a nightly scene.
Our daughter fixed Tigger a nice comfy bed in one of our plastic laundry baskets under the porch. Now he had a place to call home and lots to eat during the day so as not to have to ferret at night ... so we hoped.
Then the Sandy monster storm threatened, and in came the new boarder.
We would like to find him a good home.
Elaine W. Kniskern is a 80-year-old resident of Schenevus and a grandmother of five. She can reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. ‘Senior Scene’ columns can be found at www. thedailystar.com/seniorscene.