Thursday, December 6, 2007

Strange cat tales

I posted to the right about our cat, RW, getting killed recently. We were coming home from work and saw him in the middle of our country road a couple of miles from our house. We got out and looked and confirmed it was RW. We had a wild cat, named Raccat (that we can't even come close to), that came and beat up RW and ate his food. A few days before RW died, Raccat got a hold of him and he had some big chunks taken out of his fur on the back of his neck, as did the yellow cat that was run over.
So we took him home and buried him and threw an old tire over the grave to keep the coyotes away.
One day before RW came to us, a gray kitten strayed out of the trees near our house. Well, we haven't had good luck with cats out in the country, so we put an ad in the paper and gave her away. It was kind of a pain to get her to town because we are so far out, but we thought it was best.
Then, another kitten came straying out of our trees, so we figured God wanted us to have a cat, and we gave up and named him RW. In the meantime, another wild cat in the area had kittens in our vicinity and they hung around, too.
After RW died, a few days later, we got home late, after dark, and Kevin went out to feed the horse. He came back in and told me RW's back.
I said, yeah, right.
He said, no, really.
So we went out and looked and there was a yellow cat, same size and build and color as RW, with the same squeaky meow. He just wandered out of the trees, Kevin said.
He said he went over and looked at RW's grave, and nothing was disturbed.
The next morning, the ghost cat still was there, so we looked at him closer. Same size, but he looked a little, just a tad, darker yellow than RW, and he didn't have scars on his neck.
Now several weeks later, R2 is part of our family, but we have to admit it's like RW never left.
R2 did act differently around Raccat — not as afraid at first — but he has learned now to back off.
We have the twins, Siam (he's part Siamese) and Oriole (so named because she is orange and black - same colors as the Baltimore Orioles baseball team), as we call them who are just about tame but not quite as tame as were the original kittens that came to our house when RW was there.
Sometimes we wonder about whether we really buried our cat and R2 really is RW, but we know that he isn't.
It just really is weird some days.

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