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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Cat's Meow (Part 2)

Continuing the Story...



It was mid-afternoon, the day after our very interrupted night's sleep when we once again heard cries coming from the roof overlooking the terrace -- every bit as loud as the night before. "Meow, Meow" ad infinitum it seemed to us.

"There it is!", exclaimed The Man from his vantage point between the pine trees.

"Meow, MEOW" whined the kitty-cat from the top-most part of the rooftop.

Suddenly, Dee Ready's cat, Dulcy, took over my psyche. (I was in the midst of her book at the time)
 "Meow, Meow" I answered her cries. Joining The Man at his vantage point, I could for the first time see the little mite. Since we never did discover kitty-cat's gender for sure, I am going out on a limb and dubbing 'him' a chappy -- he had that 'little lost boy' look about him that is almost impossible to resist. I've named him Percy because he was so persistent ...

Anyway, I 'meowed, meowed' back and forth with little Percy and he would step forward from the top of the roof half way down and then back away again. So I guess I was sort of convincing. Anyway, at some point or another I spied my phone and started to film him and his meowing-meowing. While I did this The Man went out on the little balcony and tried to entice him with a small bowl of milk. We knew the little mite had to be hungry because Mama was refusing to feed him in order to lure him down to the ground as his sibling had done before him. Anyway as soon as Percy saw The Man with his offering he scampered back up to the farthest point on the top of the roof.

Then after a further 'nudge' from my feline controlled psyche, I started to play back the bits of video I had shot complete with the sound of Percy's meowing.  A Ha! I had not been able to convince him with my own meowing, but he knew authentic 'meowing' when he heard it. I held the phone/camera up toward the roof and he came right down the the edge. He was looking and looking -- scampering from one end of the roof to the other. Peeping over to the balcony looking for the source of his fellow creature.

You can see from the picture that at the edge of the roof line there is an overgrown honeysuckle bush reaching for the sky. I held the phone up into the bush and after several minutes hesitating he courageously jumped! I didn't get everything on the little video, but here is the gist of what happened:


And so The Man took him across the garden the the area around the haystack and set him down -- in the hope that Mama would come and fetch him -- before a hawk or some other bird of prey ...


But I was not happy watching Percy over there meowing away. And I was worried he might wander into the clutches of the hunting dogs at the bottom of the garden -- that didn't bear thinking about!!!! So over I went and the timid little creature just played 'cat and mouse' with me... So out came the trusty phone and on went the luring video. Quick as a flash the cute little mite was bounding after me and across the garden back to the patio -- and as far as I was concerned, relative safety! And he wandered around -- keeping a good distance from me.

The Man and I could tell the poor thing was hungry, but he was not interested in milk -- no way! So I had a little think -- wishing I had some uncooked fish -- Then I remembered that The Man had some smoked salmon lurking in the fridge! I took a few small thin slices and broke then up into little bites and put them into a little dish. Then I took a cracker and broke it up and sprinkled the bits around the dish. 

In the meantime Percy had been investigating the neighbour's garden which borders the back of the house around the corner from the terrace. When his nose once again came into view, I do believe he got a whiff of smoked salmon -- I didn't stand too close, but closer than I had been previously -- it didn't take him long. Tentatively, he tasted a cracker -- he like that and had some more -- inching ever closer to the little bowl of fish! How I wish I'd videoed the little chap savouring the delights of smoked salmon.
Later I tried to entice him with a bit of sausage that had been cut up, but he wasn't interested. He found a place between the honeysuckle bush and the wall of the house and took a nap.

Percy
And that was the last we ever saw of Percy... We assume that during the night Mama came and got him. All the sausage was gone and so was the milk. No doubt she probably watched the day's activities from some hidden place. We kept an eye out for the little fella for the rest of our stay, but sad to say he'd disappeared. We saw Mama several times, and the last time it looked like she was due another litter...
Mama

31 comments:

  1. A darling little boy. Good job. The last cat in our house is a feral from a motel parking lot. People tried, literally all night, to corner him. His wailing never ceased. In the morning a young girl with a kitty app on her cell phone got him to run right over. She nabbed him. I took him home. Can you believe--a kitty app. Or, a home made kitty app.

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    1. I'm blowed! A 'kitty app'! I think if the kitten hadn't disappeared the next morning, we'd have been tempted to try to keep him -- however, it would have been a real pain getting him into England...

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  2. What heroes you are and the man are....Percy is gorgeous, I do hope he is ok, and that his mother takes better care of him from now on. It was lovely to hear your voice too ! J.

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    1. Well, he was very hard to resist...

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  3. What an adorable little kitten and how clever of you to figure out how to lure him down to you. I do hope his Mamma found him and took him home.

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    1. I hope he is safe and sound with mama, too. These animals have so many little hide-aways there is just no way to know ...

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  4. Hello Katherine:
    Oh, the kitten sounds so pitiful with its wails. How clever of you to have worked out ways to lure him down. It is so distressing when small animals get into trouble and one can only hope that his mother now takes better care of him.

    In our gardening days we had a pair of mating ducks each year on our pond. However, the female made such a poor mother that we were for ever rescuing the ducklings from some fate or another. Survival of the fittest in the wild we fear!

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    1. It is indeed a matter of survival of the fittest, I'm sure. Mama Cat was being very hard-nosed, but then life as a wild cat is very hard-nosed. But he was such a cute little blighter!

      Poor little ducklings! They can melt your heart...

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  5. He...must be he...is such a super little chap.
    So clever of you to think of playing back his own noises.
    I do hope he's O.K.

    Small beasts in trouble always worry me...like the Hattatts, in our duck keeping days we seemed always to be out with nets rescuing tiny ducklings from the river where mother was disporting herself.

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    1. Yes, there is definitely someting 'he-istic' about him! It is so difficult observing the wild babies -- to not interfere -- at least not too much!

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  6. Quite an adventure you and the little kitty had! Yes, fish would pull him to the bowl for sure. That's the only "human" food my cat eats.

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    1. I often wonder if the memory of smoked salmon haunts his dreams!

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  7. Alas, little Percy, we didn't get to know him well.

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    1. Thank you! I was trying to remember that line about Percy!

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  8. Poor little kitty, kitty, kitty. And now he's gone on to bigger adventures.

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    1. Your positivity augurs well for the little beastie...

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  9. What a sweetheart. You can tell from that picture that he was just a wee little one, hopefully now making his way into the wider world. That's what I want to think, so I will. :-)

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  10. What an adorable little kitten and how pitiful his cries! I do hope you encounter him again and that he is with his mother. Percy is a perfect name! I have this fantasy that he'll end up joining your family!

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    1. Oh, Kathy, that would be amazing, I must say.

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  11. G'day Broad. That was just lovely. He is a lovely little kitten. I hope everything went well for him and that he is safe with his mother.Maybe at some stage you will see him again.Take care. Liz...

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    1. We will be looking out for him when we get back next year -- stranger things than that can happen...

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  12. Dear Broad, thanks so much for sharing this story with us. It's so endearing. Percy truly was frightened--no cat meows that sharply and that constantly/continually unless something is really wrong. The two of you were so patient and loving with him.

    He reminded me of when Noah--a cat with whom I lived after Dulcy's death--got up on the two-story roof, which was quite steep, and couldn't come back down. He'd leaped on the roof from the top branches of a tree and couldn't leap back. My next-door neighbor in Stillwater was a roofer and he went up--with a can of tuna--and rescued Noah. What we do for those we love. Peace.

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    1. I suspect he was really really hungry as well. Mama showed absolutely no sympathy!

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  13. What a wonderful story! I'm willing to bet you'll see him again someday, probably a grown up ripping tomcat. Good for you for being so persistent and so loving!

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    1. Sully, I do hope you are right. Wouldn't it be great if he came around looking for some more smoked salmon?

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  14. How can something so tiny make so much noise ??!!
    When I was looking at the video Lulu jumped up next to me and pushed her nose against the computer screen !!
    I'm glad the story seemed to have a happy ending for one adorable little kitten.

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    1. How funny is that! He certainly was adorable!

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  15. What a kind lady you are. One little cutie rescued and (hopefully) returned to Mama.
    Smoked salmon, eh? I wonder you aren't overrun with cats.

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    1. Actually, Mama came by about a week later with an adolescent cat -- right to the kitchen door and they were definitely looking for a handout...

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  16. What a little beauty, Broad and what a frightening experience for him. Well done to both of you for your patience and ingenuity in rescuing him.

    Three of our four feral kittens from last year appeared again this summer and sadly the female among them (the tortoiseshell) was heavily pregnant by the time we left last week. No wonder there are so many feral cats in France.....

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