I went to milk the goats & let the chickens out yesterday morning & to check on insane-cat. He had finished off an entire bowl of cat chow, pooped in the litter box, shredded up his blanket…..and was gone. There was a loose section of chicken wire at the top of the enclosure & he had managed to squeeze through it to freedom.
I’m a bit upset. But mostly at myself. I should have known after the botched cat-transfer that this cat was not going to, nor probably ever wanted to be tamed in the least bit (yes Paul, you were right, you’re always right, ok, now let it go). I’ve made friends of dozens of “feral” cats in my suburban life, so this was a first at not being able to get a cat to warm up to me. I have to remind myself that there are countless numbers of wild cats running around. And not all of them want to have humans for companions or even close neighbors. I’m sure that most of them are perfectly happy with what the forest provides for them and are able to have a wonderful life without me providing them with cat chow shaped like little fish and catnip-filled fake mice.
I’m not sure what I’ll do if I find him wandering around here again; guess I’ll just deal with it then. In the meantime, all I can say is, “Good luck to you, Mr. Insane-Cat. And I’m sorry for pissing you off.”