We Made The Wrong Choice.
by Allan J. Janke
Yes we made a mistake. Please read our story before you pitch rocks at us and yell that there is no such thing as the wrong cat. This little tiger was wrong, at least he was wrong for us.
We got a call from friends, would we like a kitten? They had been given a cute kitten they said, but were unable to keep it because of their new puppy and their parrot.
We told them that we had not been thinking about such a thing but they were very persuasive, saying we don’t have no pets and that having one would be so good for us. Eventually we agreed to come over and take a look.
They had him in a box, there were holes cut so air could circulate and all they would do is lift the lid a little so we could see. They would not let him out for fear he would attack their parrot. They were right he was as cute as a button, bright red with pale blue eyes. Cute but he was obviously not at all happy, throwing himself around in there and spitting.
Our friends worked on us some more knowing we were weak, we gave in. How we got him home without him escaping I don’t know.
At home we realized that we didn’t have anything at all for a cat and that we had better at least get him food. I left my wife with the kitten still in the box and drove to the store. I got back loaded with kitten food, a basket, bowls and stuff, didn’t think of a litter tray.
The kitten was now out of the box and my wife had a lacerated hand and leg OMG. The little tiger was now upstairs and throwing himself against the glass of a bedroom window. I attended to my wife and went up to get the kitten back downstairs, now I had a lacerated hand. He was going to hurt himself, I didn’t
know the right thing to do so I threw a coat over him and got him downstairs and into the box.
Back to the store, got a kitten tray and plastic coated mesh. Built him a corner of the kitchen where he could not escape. We kept saying he is just frightened, he will calm when he gets adjusted to us. He was eating alright, loved his food but he was not calming down, no way.
then somebody mentioned shots. Shots? Slap me upside the head but I didn’t know a thing. We didn’t know how old he was, we should have asked more questions of our friends when we got him. They did not know for sure and the full story came out. Seems they got this kitten from some kid they didn’t even know, took pity on it and then realized they can’t keep it.
Somebody spoke to somebody else and that person knows a lot about cats. They called me, had a long talk and invited her over to see the kitten. It was her opinion that the little tiger was feral and had, for whatever reason, become separated from his mama much too young.
She explained that a feral cat could be coaxed into becoming a house cat but it took an awful lot of patience and best handled by those with experience. Not my wife or me had ever had any sort of pet. She suggested we let her use her contacts to place the kitten where he could be raised. whatever else he would not be harmed.
Didn’t take too much thinking about. We loved little tiger but knew that we just didn’t know enough to make him happy.
So you see we did make the wrong choice, wrong for us and wrong for the kitten. But we are learning about cats and at some point may adopt a grown cat from a shelter, I think we can give that cat a lot of love and that will be the right choice.