I put my plate down and walked outside and was hit in the face with the smell of cat urine and a cloud of cat hair no longer attached to a cat.
Miss Kitty was puffed out and angry…her battered opponent was across the street peering out of the culvert he had escaped to.
I recognized it as a stray I’d been trying to entice to eat…it was painfully thin and appeared to be injured as well.
He had evidently decided to take me up on my offer from sheer desperation when he ran into Miss Kitty.
He didn’t have a chance as he was suffering from malnutrition and my cat looks like a Volvo with fur.
When I appeared Miss Kitty shrunk down to normal size and walked up to me as if I approved of her actions.
I petted her and inspected her for wounds in the slight chance the stray had hit a lucky shot…and told her that this was unacceptable behavior.
She often pretends not to understand English, so I demonstrated as well.
If she wouldn’t let the stray come to me, I would go to him myself.
I went in the house. grabbed her dish full of food, and walked across the street.
The stray slipped deeper into the culvert thinking I couldn’t see him, crying for help while hiding from it.
I set the food at the opening of the culvert and bid him softly to come and eat.
In a few minutes his need overcame his fear and he came and ate.
He ate as one who hadn’t had food in too long… voraciously, but interjecting loud, sad, apologies in between gulps.
He suddenly shrunk back…Miss Kitty had run across the street to my side as I sat on the pavement feeding her enemy.
She somehow knew not to attack again…understanding that for some reason her master had accepted the stray and she would not be allowed to strike it again.
I wondered what was going through her mind as she sat next to her owner as he fed a stranger the same food she eats from the same dish.
The lesson appears to have stuck with her.
The stray comes to the door and eats now, though Miss Kitty guards the entrance to the house in silence with an occasional low growl.
I don’t think she has anything to worry about…he comes to see me and to be fed, not hang out with her.
He doesn’t have to come in to do so.
Make your own application…