Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Neeland…the cat from hell! Not to
be confused with the three legged cat we thought we were adopting from the
local humane society. We even voted by a show of hands unanimously deciding to
take Neeland home giving him a second chance at life not confined in a small
space, alone and unsocialized from civilization…okay maybe it’s getting a
little deep. Anyway, we decided that Neeland was a good cat and he was the one
that would be going home with us today.
When we first arrived home with
Neeland, we carefully opened the cardboard carrier introducing him to his new
home. He walked through the house smelling every obstacle he encountered. We
watched out of curiosity how this three-legged cat was able to maneuver
throughout his environment. We introduced him to his litter box, which he
immediately used; his water and food, and other members of the house, which he
hissed at immediately, but we dismissed as him being scared of his new
surroundings. We followed him on his quest through the house. Isabell was so
excited about Neeland, she reached down to pick him up and soon discovered that
cats can scratch. We reprimanded Isabell by saying, “Well, don’t pick him up,
he’s just scared.” (We also cleaned her wounds not taking lightly the scratches
acquired from a cat). Several minutes later, I began to notice a strong smell
of cat urine. Melissa was maintaining a watchful eye and immediately said, “That
cat just sprayed your couch!” I remained calm thinking that he was just scared.
Soon afterwards and while continuing to follow the cat around, I noticed that
not only was he sniffing objects in my house, he was spraying urine on almost everything
he came in contact with. Soon after he had my entire house reeking of urine, he
staked out his safe haven under my bed. Jo reached under the bed to pet Neeland
hoping to make friends and he scratched her too. Okay…we said, maybe this cat
isn’t the cat we thought it was. At that point we all agreed that the cat had
to go back to the humane society. I reached under the coffee table to pet Neeland
trying to give him one more opportunity to redeem himself and he gave me a
nasty bite. It was over! The cat had to go!
Now…trying to catch him would be
another feat altogether. Where is the Turtle Man when you need him? Grace
decided that a laundry basket would make catching Neeland easier. Just wait
until he runs and we will drop the basket on him, then transfer him back into
the cardboard box he arrived in. After every couch in the house was out in the
middle of the floor, we decided to close all of the doors in the hallway, and then
we could corner him and trap him under the laundry basket. Everyone in the
house took their places. I would catch him using the laundry basket, Jo would
close the box lid when we transferred him, Melissa would guard the only exit
out of the hallway, and Mandy would keep all of the kids away. “Everybody
ready?” I said. Our plans went off flawlessly. We captured Neeland, sealing the
box with tape. He would soon be returned to the humane society. We all cleaned
our wounds and made one more trip hoping to return home with a cat less
aggressive.
After much deliberating at the
humane society we decided to adopt Pebbles. A cat whose owner had passed away,
leaving no one in the family willing to take care of her. Pebbles is a very fat
grey cat who is friendly, curious, and seems to enjoy our family as her new
companions. Whew! What a day.
Nothing accomplished but lots of visitors.
Melissa, Austin, Cole, Jo,
Harlee, Jillian, Brandon, and Arnold visited. Not everyone had a chance to
experience our day of confusion, but still many visitors were here.
Left off a visitor from
yesterday. Jenifer came by around 2:00 and picked up some T-Shirts needing to
be embroidered. She came in and said hello to Mandy and Isabell while I napped.
8 visitors today, 1 additional
visitor yesterday;443 in all and 10 dogs