when winter came to the door…

… we fed him. (We think the cat is a male but we’re not actually sure.) He came out of the woods on the coldest days, timid at first, wild. I put out dishes of food and he’d approach quickly, but without making any eye contact. But he’s not wild at all. Abandoned, maybe. Because it’s so cold, I made him a bed in a sheltered area, with an old pillow and some polar fleece. When I went to straighten it while he was eating the other morning, I found a tiny dead shrew tucked into one fold of the fleece. (Just in case?) I’ve put a note on Craigslist and a little card on the community mailboxes where everyone in our sparsely-populated area collects mail. Silence so far. This morning he came in and looked around. He found the rocking chair by the fire.


10 thoughts on “when winter came to the door…”

  1. Congratulations on your new cat! 🙂 The kids and I refer to this past summer as “Summer of the cats.” Our village seems to be a dumping ground for the unwanted. The very young mom, who had survived the winter outside, had four kittens in late spring. She was lovely and tame, but the kittens were feral. So I spent countless days and weeks sitting outside – and feeding them – until they would come close, until they would come in to feed (I’d leave the back door open to the back room) and then eventually I was able to pick them up, and finally, they would all spend the night inside. Then I packed them up and took them to the shelter, handed over a cheque, and left hoping they would be adopted. And I wonder, sometimes, how I spend my time…the kids thought it was worth it.

  2. Years ago we used to see cats around more often — but then the coyotes moved up the coast. I was surprised to see this one come out of the woods the other day because there are coyotes quite near too. But it — he? she? they? — is sleeping on a quilt right now, obviously feeling that this is home. For now.

  3. Cats just seem to happen, we’ve found. We are also rural, and ironically our best-beloved felines are ones which other harder-hearted folks have dumped “out by those little country farms”.

    Our general approach (and it’s happened often enough to have become a routine, sad to say) is to catch them and take them in to the SPCA, accompanied (of course!) by a sizeable donation.

    But occasionally we can’t resist a “keeper”, which is why we now have 5 sharing our lives, all with some sort of troubled backstory.

    Your stray looks to be a lovely fellow (there is a sort of boyish look there, isn’t there?) and whatever you decide to do with him will doubtless be more merciful than leaving him to fend for himself. He does look pretty good in that chair! (Just saying.)

  4. That’s a good way of putting it: they just seem to happen. Winter will stay, I think, and I’m embarrassed to say that I had to look up genital identification in cats online to determine gender (because there weren’t any obvious signs). And we think Winter is a female. That chair is the one our long-dead cats loved — maybe because it’s next to the woodstove…

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