Some recent visitors insisted I tell this tale again and so I defer.
I'm comfortable suggesting Scaredy Cat's life expectancy has been reduced by one life.
Assuming prior to the event of recall the celebrity cat still had credit for the nine lives attributed to felines, I guarantee she is down to eight.
Scaredy Cat wormed her way into the House of Podge 10 years ago.
Exactly how or why the tiny, terrified, thirsty, female ball of fur found our yard in June 2015 remains a mystery, however, she is not the first stray to decide my back step is a friendly, warm place to find sanctuary.
Such activity has not been restricted to cats or dogs, there have been a few human waifs find their way to my house over the years as well, but I digress.
Scaredy Cat was terrified when she was first discovered hiding in our potato patch.
She stole my heart that first day though I pretended different.
Cats have a way of seeing through such bluffs. Either that or they simply have the patience to wear down a human's resistance over time.
Regardless, once Scaredy found our backyard there was no leaving.
I've always been fond of cats yet maintain they should remain indoors and not create chaos for neighbours.
Circumstances dictated there was no more room in our inn for Scaredy (our ancient Persian was not well enough to take on a new, rough-and-tumble roommate.)
So Scaredy was allowed access to my writing shed.
When Tez and I left town for two days last year, we did not realize Scaredy was locked in the shed.
Upon our return home, we discovered her still in the shed along with four brand new kittens. Surprise, surprise now there were five in the shed.
After several conversations with veterinarians (and a refusal by us to have all five cats put down) Tez and I agreed to have Scaredy fixed, keep the menagerie together for eight weeks until the kittens could be weaned from mom and give them to good homes.
Things never quite worked out that way.
After eight weeks of laughter and smiles, and a wife who loves cats more than I, it was clear at least one or two kittens would stay. We agreed to only keep any females. Turned out there were none.
At that point, I boldly dictated we would only keep two kittens, which Tez agreed to but insisted I would decide who we keep and who we said goodbye to.
Our older cat had now passed away.
Based on the advice of the veterinarian, we have purposely kept Mom separate from the kittens ever since the eight week separation time period.
Once a feral cat is separated from her kittens for any long length of time, they apparently become mortal enemies.
Hence we now have four full energy male cats living upstairs while Scaredy Cat remains a tenant in our basement.
She has the run of the yard during the day and locked up at night.
For the past few years, Scaredy has become more relaxed and trusting of humans to the point of being renamed 'Not So' as in Not So Scaredy.
She lovingly follows us around the yard daily and happily scampers into her safe, warm basement bed (with me) every night.
We have slowly tried to integrate the cats with mom but mostly they hiss and poster war. They remain enemies.
One of her four kittens, tagged Bandit, is literally Scaredy’s mirror image. Not only is Bandit the same size and weight but her markings are identical.
Bandit has spent the better part of the last six months attempting to escape the house waiting patiently by the door for someone to open it.
So a few months ago a very tired Tez wandered into the house at the end of a long day's work in the yard.
As she got to the top of the stairs, she noticed the outside door was slightly ajar and there on the top of the steps, looking a little afraid, was Bandit.
In pure panic mode of seeing her naïve housebound kitten scamper off into the great unknown Tez quickly scooped up Bandit, opened the door a little further, and tossed him inside for safekeeping.
Bad idea.
The very second Bandit was airborne Tez realized her error. The suspected escaping Bandit was actually Scaredy Cat
It's hard to know who was more surprised and shocked by the new arrival, but when Scaredy hit the floor in the middle of the circle of four offspring all hell broke loose.
Each son hissed, spitted, leapt in the air, and ran in a different direction.
Scaredy Cat having nowhere to run attempted to triple in size and put on her best imitation cougar display.
Most traumatized of all, however ,was Tez, who recognizing her error, risked life and limb and intervened yet again.
She immediately picked up Scaredy and tossed her back outside.
Thankfully only a few claw marks were left behind as war memories.
It's been a full month now and things are almost normal again at House Podge except all four sons now remain glued to the kitchen window in hopes of spotting the stranger that entered their world briefly one day, they otherwise might see outside occasionally or hear in the basement with dad.
Meanwhile, Scaredy Cat's back hiding in the potato patch.
Another introduction may be happening soon.
Tez, on the other hand, may take a little while longer to recover.
