Wednesday, 28 September 2011

 TAT  the  cat

Tat The Cat

Inspector Cat Tat
A small digression - Tat is our cat for whom nothing can happen without her inspection, be It climbing onto the laptop to see what is happening to wandering around my work bench to see what I am doing, by  now I am sure she has walked off with a fair amount of silver filings on her paws; this can be frustrating (not the silver loss) but the walking on the bench, I have to stop what I am doing and  wait  for her to finish for  no other reason but her own health and safety, this inspection takes time as an extended scratch and tickle is always required.
You want to work when??

Tat is very special to us as she was not bought at a pet shop but was abandoned by her owners when they moved out, my wife Pam first noticed her with 3 kittens in tow wandering around the streets, so she started feeding them on our verge, this then became the garden, at this point we owned 2 Scotties, Tessa and Baxter, who hated cats so we kept then separated in two sides of the property , then one kitten got sick, got caught by us and taken to the vet but didn't make It. (the kittens were totally wild at this point, while the mommy cat could be touched quite happily)  we then made a shelter in the garden for them to live under and get fed, we now had a "garden cat" (a friend of ours had a "roof  cat", but that is a whole other story)

Following a particularly  violent thunderstorm another kitten drowned so we made a plan to catch the last surviving kitten and mother  and give them a home, so a catching cage was duly imported (none could be found in Johannesburg for purchase) and the two of them caught, and brought inside, this proved to be a bit of an impossible situation what with the Scotties and the wild kitten, so the kitten was shipped out to a local kitty haven for re-homing ( the owner took on the kitten personally which made us very happy) and the mother cat now named Tat was brought into the house and slowly introduced to the Scotties, after a period a truce settled in the house but the dogs still looked at us as if to say " what the hell have you brought into our house.... this is the enemy".

House Cat becomes Tree Cat (Look closely at the tree) 
The dogs by this point were old and sick themselves and one by one shuffled off to the big park in the sky and we  were left with Madam Tat who now rules the home.
Her names are in no particular order: Tat, Tatkin, Tatsimolian, Madam Tat, Tatnip, etc. etc. all of which she answers to quite happily and very noisily, she is an extremely verbal cat and lets us know in no uncertain terms exactly what she wants or how she is feeling.

Out on the walkways

She is now a partly indoor / outdoor cat, by this I mean she has a whole section of yard that is cat proofed so she cannot leave the property and then full access to the whole house, we have done this for her own safety (It would mortify as to arrive have one day and find a flat cat lying on the road), and to keep her happy we have made elevated walkways around the walls of the house so she can exit the house through windows in the kitchen and walk around on her walkways giving her a view out into the neighborhood, she also loves cardboard boxes so she has those in abundance and tree stumps to sit on and claw, the washing line post has also been layered with rope to give a tall scratching post to claw and hang on.

Pole Dancing Cat - never said she wasn't versatile

Dinner is at six In the evening sharp!! and bedtime is at nine straight after she has had her "chewies", for an alleycat she certainly enjoys a very regulated routine.
I am the Lady Tat, you may bow, feed me, scratch me.... In no particular order !

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