Last Wednesday I said that I will tell you about the cat in that picture. So for the next few Whisker Hump Wednesdays in memory of our big mancat friend Kismet, I will tell you the Epic Story of Mr. Mean...
When I moved to Georgia in 2008 there were a number of stray/semi-stray/semi-feral cats in the neighborhood. Two of the local strays, Trouble and Squish (and here) eventually became part of our family.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Whisker Hump Wednesday - Mr. Mean
Trouble & Squish
However, there was one particular big tomcat, who was the meanest cat I've ever met! He terrorized my cats, chasing them and mauling them any chance he got. He seemed to be feral, or semi-feral at best. He had that typical scruffy tom-cat look. I sprayed him with water several times, and he eventually learned to stay away during the daytime (when my cats get to go outside). He did however come by every night and sprayed the scrubs in front of the porch. So in the morning when I opened the front door, I got a lovely "whiff of tomcat". This semi-truce went on for a couple of years - he peed on everything at night, but stayed away during the day. Then one winter night he decided that the scrubs were not enough. He simply HAD to start spaying my front door!
You all know the smell of tomcat - I could clearly smell it inside. One evening earlier this year, I saw him sitting on the porch again and I grabbed the spray bottle to chase him away. He did not run away like usual and just kept looking at me. On closer inspection, he looked even more scruffy than usual. His ear seemed to be tattered and the hair on the one side of his body seem to be just growing back from a large wound.
That was when I made a very, very, VERY big mistake. I felt sorry for him, and decided to give him some food. I went inside, got some kibble in a bowl and took it outside. He let me get close to him and I put down the food and turned around to leave. The next thing, he was attacking my leg! And I mean attacked - he took a small chunk out of my calf! This was the first time ever that I got attacked by a cat unprovoked. He was not cornered or anything - he was just mean!
And of course, despite my best first aid efforts, the wound got infected and I had to get antibiotics, but at least it wasn't more serious (e.g. rabies). For the next three months he kept peeing on my front door, and I kept ignoring him . I did not give him food again, but I did name him - Mr. Mean.
TBC.
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7 comments:
Mr. Mean is living up to his name so far. We can't wait to hear more of this story!
It is not good to be that mean. Even I try to stay this side of mean and just be a little bit nasty...
Yikes! That tomcat was mean, alright!
Yikes Mr Mean is right!
We can't wait to hear "the rest of the story..."
purrs
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Ohhh thank you for telling dis part of da story. Owr mom got scared by a mean cat like dat once too and now we know dat he could haf bitten her leg. We know now not to turn yur back one of dem mean ones.
Gosh, is sure does look like Mr. Mean is living up to his name. Trouble and Squish you sure do look comfy taking your nap. Sleep peacefully.
Casper
Woo hoo, after 2 weeks, my computer's back online!
Now that is a mean cat. We probably named him Mr. Grump. :o
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