Well, we’ve been chosen. This guy showed up at our door a few days after Halloween and decided to stay. We tried to get him to go home by refusing to let him into the house, but he just stayed at our window all night meowing, tearing screens off the window, and pawing at the door like a puppy. We’ve decided to stop fighting what seems meant to be. So, now we have a cat named Nuisance (that, by the way, our dog hates! yikes!).
It all started with the tuna fish. When he came to our door, he was very skinny and obviously malnourished, and seemed to be in some pain also, as if he had maybe injured his tail or his pelvic area. Whatever injuries he had weren’t too serious — he could walk and jump just fine — but I noticed an odd twitching in his tail when I rubbed him and felt a lot of heat in the lower regions when I moved my hand down his back just above his spine. How could I not open up a can of tuna for the sad little guy?
In the few weeks he’s been with us, his belly is no longer sunken and his fur is getting shinier. He likes to be massaged, and the twitch in his tail is diminishing. He’s looking quite healthy these days.
Nuisance truly lives up to his name in the way he demands attention and a thorough rubbing down every time he comes near, how he wants to be fed 15 hundred times a day, and the way he regally commandeers the warmest spot by the fire. He’s definitely got a strong sense of what he wants and when, and doesn’t settle for less. He’s teaching me a lot.
It’s also a big hassle to make sure the dog and the cat are never in the same room together (no, no, no — fur will fly!). But he is so darn lovable and rewards us with such satisfied purrs after he gets us in line, that we don’t really mind the nuisance all that much.