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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
She's basaaaaaack! Trapped her in the hay shed. Pictures tomorrow. After eating and drinking she made a bee line for me. This non cuddly Savanah has turned into a Klingon
Strider is PISSED!
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The question is whether she will learn from the experience.
Years ago, I shared an apartment with two friends and three cats. Of the cats, Toshiro was large neutered male, amiable, and profoundly stupid. Bewilderbeast was dainty and amiable neutered female. Sponge Cat was a paranoid neutered feral rescue. You saw her at dinner. Maybe.
One Saturday night, the humans all trooped into Manhattan to see our favorite band play at a club, and got back in the wee hours of Sunday morning. As we walked in the gate to the yard, we heard a pitiful meow from under a bush. It was Sponge Cat.
The apartment was on the second floor of a converted mansion. The bathroom window was over the dormer roof over the front door. The window had been left somewhat open. Sponge Cat apparently crawled out, slipped and fell down the side of the roof, and found herself in the yard, where she hid and cowered under a bush. We collected he, brought her in, and fed and watered her.
The experience caused a dramatic change in her personality. She apparently decided that health and safety consisted being as close as possible to humans at all times. Sit in a chair, and you had a lap full of purring Sponge Cat, radiating "You're a human! You'll care for me and prevent me from winding up
outside, right?" Go to bed and you had a purring throw pillow.
In Sponge Cat's case, the lesson stuck. We'll see whether Arwen gets adventurous again. But meanwhile, we're glad she's back.
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Dennis