Before you get alarmed, I’d like to say that this stranger is our new cat Daisy. This is the time when a normal blogger with a normal pet would insert a cute photograph and you can say, Awww, how adorable. That’s not gonna happen. Not any time soon from what I observe. (You can scroll to the bottom of this post for a Google search imitation).
She’s a black and white tuxedo cat and she’s been with us for about a month. I’m just now gaining the ability to distinguish her from any other black and white cat I might encounter. This is because she hides. She hides the majority of the day and goes creeping around at night. It was only a few days ago that we discovered where in the room she hides. We searched high and low for days. Apparently, there’s a cozy little nook at the very top of a closet that she’s designated her sleeping/ stay the hell away from me blasted humans corner.
I now understand why we say “scaredy cat” instead of scaredy dog or scaredy hamster. She’s a nervous fucking wreck. But don’t worry, she’s been making progress. Like, dial up internet progress, but it’s there. I see her loading.
I also see myself behaving differently. The kids and I bought some catnip; we are drug pushers now; this is what it’s come to. We dipped her toy into it like strawberries into chocolate. There are happy Hansel and Gretel drug trails of catnip leading from her cozy place to the living room. This week, I raised the stakes. I added tuna into her food and set it out earlier than normal. We will see her by daylight damn it. This will happen.
But wait, there’s more. I rubbed that catnip between my fingers, released all that good cat drug smell and sprinkled it into her dinner as well. The kids had gone by this time, unfortunately. She’s always extra elusive when there’s more people in the house, even though it’s her family. But the combination worked. She came out in the daylight and spent a good portion of time eating. I actually got to study her patterns and simply observe her. Still can’t lift a foot in her direction without her running off, but there is progress.
This morning Daisy was still quite active by the time I got out of bed. I could hear her drinking water and kicking up the litter in her litter box. She walked past my bedroom as I was coming out and, yes, we were both startled, though she has the advantage of heightened senses while I’m a walking blockhead. I even wear my ankle bracelets all day and night to keep her posted on my whereabouts. This may be counter to my intention of drawing her out, but I figure the less frightened she is, the greater the chance she’ll come out.
I’m going to start reading books on cat behavior soon. I need to understand what the heck this cat is thinking. I never set out to read books on cats, but I need to get from under this servitude. I don’t mind servicing an animal, but I’d love to be able to rub the damn thing as payment. The day that I get to touch Daisy will be a victory day in this household. We may just bake a cake. Can cat’s eat cake?
These are two images that will give you an idea of what she looks like. Mostly black face with a lightning strike down the center and beautiful yellow eyes. Perfect for creeping into corners and scaring the hell out of me, but beautiful nonetheless. She’s currently about 1 years old, but she was fed a lot so she’s actually quite big. Of course, I don’t know what’s normal for her breed. I was told she’s a tuxedo cat but discovered later that it’s not an actual breed. She continues to be a mystery in my life. Thankfully, I welcome challenges. Most of the time.
Have you got any cat advice you’d like to share with this novice? I’d love to not be strangers anymore.
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