My birthday is tomorrow, and I’ve received a most unusual present. It was delivered by a handsome young man, wearing a tux. He walked into our courtyard, up to the front porch, and politely asked for a meal. His manners were impeccable, and he seemed like a really friendly fellow. Who could refuse such a request?
Two days later, he returned, once again hungry. DH greeted him this time, and reported really enjoying his company. DH raised the question of inviting our young man to stay with us. We have plenty of room in our home, but what would the Meezers think? The young fellow attired in a tux is feline, you see.
I would never have asked for him because I know DH has had allergies to domestic cat fur. This boy has a coat that is shorter than the Meezers, and even outdoors keeps it impeccably shiny. I guess neither of us could bear the thought of him being caught by the hawk that circles the lake, or hit by a car, or a dozen other fates that await an outdoor cat.
First, though, before he could be brought into our household, he had to be tested for feline leukemia and FIV. I popped him into our cat stroller and walked the two blocks to the vet. Now, our Meezers have been outside only for such trips, and the novelty of all those smells usually distracts them. Not this boy – he’d been there, done that. So what was it with the rolling cage? ! Once at the vet, his marvelous people skills resurfaced. The techs took him off to have blood drawn, and returned, raving over him. It seems he cooperated fully with them, purring loudly throughout the whole procedure. When he got back to the exam room he was draped across the vet tech’s arms, enjoying the praise.
The labs came back clear, and the next hurdle arrived: name, please. He had to have a chart and a rabies tag in his name. DH and I had discussed several names, and settled on one. I told the vet we would call him Archie, but I reserved the right to change it if Archie didn’t care for the name. Our vet chuckled, and said that would be just fine.
Archie is at home in our guest room, where he is to be isolated for at least a week. Like many kittens and young cats he has worms, and has received his first dose of worming medicine. Specimens must be pronounced clear by the vet before he can mingle with the Meezers. That’s fine by me. New cats in our home have always been introduced that way. Not only do we isolate for any surprise viruses, but also as a way of introducing the newcomer. Muttering is allowed under the door. One day the door will casually be left unlatched, and informal greetings can proceed.
Archie says “Hey, I’m eating here! Do you mind?”
All in all, he is quite a birthday present. Oh, and DH spent a night sleeping in the guest room with Archie, with no ill effect. Keep your paws and fingers crossed that all will go well with our handsome youngest.