So I guess its official now that we have a stray cat that we are now feeding. I have complained previously about a cat meowing outside my bedroom window last summer. First the story was that the cat was a neighbor’s cat. Then later I was told that the neighbor’s had moved out leaving their cat behind.
Initially I was quite sympathetic. A poor abandoned cat. Then I remembered a few months ago the gardener had complained on several visit that a cat was using my garden as a toilet. That information I found very irritating. We actually went through options to keep the cat away. In the end I decided to do nothing at all. After all, I dont sleep in the garden.
The garden visits became common and the meowing became constant. Weeks later, my informant turned cat feeder started making comments of letting the cat come inside our place. Needless to say I put them straight. I am an animal lover by nature. But we all have our boundaries. In addition, I am severely allergic to fur.
The thought of having a wild animal stepping in all sorts outside, then coming to sit in my environment licking themself… tufiakwa (God forbid)…. I not only reject, but I bind and return to sender. Lets not even think about the belief of the general Nigerian that cats are witches… if I ever let this cat in my home, that would be the last time my younger sister Ndidi will ever visit me. I guess that’s one sure way of keeping certain people from visiting🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Anyway… the cat stays out… end off
So one early morning the cat feeder jumped out of bed and carried aziza (Nigerian broom) to chase the cat from the garden. Apparently the meowing woke him up from sleep. And he doesn’t think the cat should constantly come to our garden meowing. I explained to the cat feeder, that once you feed a stray animal (most especially a cat), then you automatically become their owner.
I made this statement as quietly as possible to avoid receiving some of their vexation.
Anyway the cat feeder did perform a cat evacuation exercise with the said aziza (Nigerian broom) in his hand. The cat made a dash for it. The feeder came back and proclaimed victory. I did not ask what his assessment of Victory was? I was more interested to know if my aziza made contact with the cat😩… cos I needed to either sterilise the aziza or throw it away.
I simply kept quiet, making a mental note to capture this in my blog .
Later that evening, to my greatest surprised the cat feeder came back from work, took off his blazer and went straight into the garden. I ofcourse went to investigate to find him feeding the cat.
All creatures great and small