Furever Rescued... Who Rescued Whom?
|Kit being patient while I|
interrupt her brushing to take pictures
|Kit loves to be brushed.|
December 7, 2015 marks the 7th anniversary of Kit becoming part of our family. It feels like she's always been here and like she just arrived all at once. I thought a bit about her story...
The first time I saw her, she was scrunched up as close as she could get to our sliding glass door on a cold, rainy Autumn evening as Loay came in from his woodworking shop in the garage. He told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to let her in because she needed to go home. See, in the past I'd been guilty of occasionally letting a cat stay with us until I found its home.
Once I even fed a baby raccoon I was convinced had been orphaned. I cried for half an hour when we saw it dead on a nearby street, but I digress. Back to Kit.
I nodded and swallowed hard as I looked at her smushing herself against the glass door. The way she looked at me... Well, if I'd seen her before Loay did, she probably would have already been inside... When I came back downstairs later that night to make sure all the doors were locked and the lights turned off, I checked to make sure she had left. She had.
Over the next few weeks, neighbors were all talking about this little cat. Everyone asked everyone, but no one knew who she belonged to.
She darted in my house a few times when the door was open. Once she ran straight upstairs and made herself comfortable on our bed. Her expression dared me to challenge her right to be there. Each time, I put her back outside. I didn't want to steal someone's cat. She looked so healthy the whole neighborhood was convinced she had a family.
|Kit looking at the empty lot and woods|
a few days after she came to live with us.
On December 6th, our neighbors came over for dinner. They told us they were letting her live in their garage because the neighborhood cats and dogs were being mean to her. They couldn't let her in their house because their cats refused to accept her. They planned to take her to Safehaven Humane Society, our local no-kill shelter.
I'd wanted a pet for a long time, but Loay had always been resistant. Suddenly, he changed his mind. He agreed we'd take this little cat in. I jumped at the chance. My neighbor assured me she had done her due diligence to make sure the cat didn't have a family with one exception... She hadn't taken her to see if she had a microchip. She knew Safehaven would do that when she took her there.
She brought this cute little cat over the morning of December 7, 2008 along with a litter box filled, some litter, and some cat food and, if memory serves, a few cat toys. She let her out of the carrier. The cat didn't seem too interested in us. She settled in my dining room chair and slept and slept... and slept. She slept, ate, and went to the litter box for the next couple of days on repeat.
We named her Habibiti, an Arabic term of endearment, but she only responded to Kit, so in short order she became Kit. I've often wondered if that had been her name with her previous family.
I made an appointment with Albany Animal Hospital, the vet two of my neighbors recommended and took her to see them on December 9th. I tried to remain a bit aloof because I knew they might find a microchip, and then we'd have to find out if her family wanted her back. My heart pounded like crazy while Dr. Fletcher explained to me what would happen if she was microchipped. I nodded and said I understood. I silently wondered if I'd be able to keep my cool if she was microchipped. She wasn't, so there was no need to deal with the family she'd lived with at some earlier point. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Anyway, Dr. Glaze determined she was healthy and likely around 2 years old. We discussed the pros and cons of indoor cats, outdoor cats, and indoor/outdoor cats. He suggested she'd do better as an indoor cat when I explained to him about how the neighborhood animals had treated her. Which suited me just fine. I preferred an indoor only cat. He gave me instructions on how to let her know she had a new home and a new family where she was safe and secure and loved. The hardest part to implement was to let her come to us when she was ready, when she felt comfortable with us. I wanted to shower her with love and attention, but that wasn't what was best for her. She slowly started to accept her new home and then us as her family.
I started reading books about cats. I wanted to do this right and as naturally as possible.
|First picture of Kit. I took it in|
my office while I wrote
Every little step from the first time she sat with us on our chairs to the first time she slept in our bed with us to her gradual acceptance of the two kittens who came to live with us the next summer made me feel like we were doing something right, something good, something that mattered.
Sometimes I feel sad because she'll sit and wait for what she needs/wants for long periods of time without meowing or coming to find one of us. I'll find her sitting outside the laundry room door waiting to be brushed or on her food step waiting for food. But other times, she talks to me. She communicates beautifully even without meowing!
She rarely plays. Even when she first came to live with us she rarely played though she did love to chase a ball up and down the steps. When she does start playing, if she notices us watching, she'll often stop. I love to watch her play.
She's smart. She's dignified. She's well-behaved. For a while she liked to chase the laser light... That is until she turned around and saw the light came from the thing in my hand. Then she was done with that.
There are times when I see her discipline Meme or Todd for something like when they meow at me while I'm preparing their food or scratch the furniture, and I wish I could understand what she's thinking. Other times I've seen her push them away from the window when a big dog walks by or a strange cat comes too close to the window and I wonder if she's protecting them or does it just look that way. I watch her refuse to let them touch her and then find her quietly watching them play or joining in a game of chase around the house as fast as possible.
For a long time, she'd wait until we were asleep and then sneak in the bed and snuggle up close to us or sleep on top of me. She's finally gotten to the point that she doesn't wait for us to be asleep to join us. Her little habit of waiting, in part, inspired me to write a poem, Stealing Your Affection about how hard it can be to seek affection.
I am a better person because I share my life with Kit. I'm calmer and softer and more expressive. I can't imagine life without her. I sometimes wonder how her previous family abandoned her without knowing what might happen to her. I feel a sense of guilt because while I hate that she had those approximately two months fending for herself, I'm so incredibly happy she's now my family. And, she is. She is family. She's a living, breathing, loving, little ball of love even with all her aloofness, even with all her independence, even with her need reluctance to be touched.
|Kit today in my office|
while I write.
It's very true that while we think we rescue animals, they really rescue us. They move into our homes, our lives, our hearts. They become family. And, like any other relationship, we get out of it what we put into it.
If I had it to do over, I'd take her in that first night. I'd search for her family while she lived under my roof, safe and secure. When they didn't materialize, she would already be home, family... She would never be picked on and beat up and chased by the animals and the kids in the neighborhood. But, that's hindsight, and hindsight only fills us with regret... The reality is that night, that first night, there's no way I could've known...
But she now has her furever family... her forever family... forever...