True Cat Stories
Will and Guy's True Cat Story CollectionWe have people's own accounts of their cats, stories from newspapers and reports from TV programmes.
- True Cat Story with a Happy Ending
- 20 Firefighters Required to Rescue Cat
- It Was On The Back Porch
- More Funny Cat Stories
- True Story of a Cat's Nest in Norfolk
- A True Cat Story by Pauline Henderson
- True Cat Story From Wales
It Was On The Back Porch"Ow, ow!" I awoke in the middle of the night, and looked out the window. The strange sound grew louder. This place was beginning to spook me. When is my husband, Sam, getting back from his bike trip? I am a city girl, in the country only a couple of weeks. It wasn't very nice of him to leave me alone so soon after we moved. "Ow, ow!" There it is again. Most of the new night sounds were from afar. This crying was very close. I put on my bathrobe and slippers, turned on the lights, and started to search the house. While tiptoeing down the stairs, I thought it sounded like the crying was coming from somewhere outside--somewhere very close. Following the sounds to my back door, I realized something on my back porch behind the solid wooden door was in distress. Looking out the back window was no help. Nothing was visible. Grabbing a flashlight, I started to open the door. Then, I hesitated. What would I do if it were an injured animal? I've been told there were coyotes and foxes in this area. I've seen all kinds of animals around, even pheasants, and wild turkeys. I became scared. As a city girl I was used to dogs, cats, and a few birds. Coyotes and foxes I've seen only in zoos, turkeys on Thanksgiving tables, and pheasants under glass. "Ow, ow, ow." There it is again. Slowly I opened the back door, despite my misgivings. Big bright green eyes stared at me. I burst into laughter as I picked up a cute little tabby kitten. As she cuddled up into my arms; I thought, this darling little thing scared the daylights out of me. "I bet you're hungry," I said. Holding her with one arm, I looked around the kitchen. Now what do kittens eat? She probably is no more then two months old. I was a dog person. We had collies for 25 years. They would eat everything. Opening the refrigerator, I took out some milk and cheese. After drinking the milk and nibbling at the cheese, she tugged at my robe. I picked her up, and sat down on the kitchen chair. Within minutes she was sound asleep. What can I name her? No, don't think like that. You and Sam are retired, empty nesters. Remember, we decided no more pets. We are going to travel. Anyway she must belong to someone. I brought her upstairs, and I laid her down on a small blanket. By the middle of the night she was in my bed. In the morning I walked around with her asking if any neighbor lost a cat. I found out that in the country near farms, cats are a dime a dozen. Most neighbors looked at me like I was crazy. The area was full of barn cats. No one wanted her. Now what? I couldn't just let her loose, or turn her into a shelter. I called my four-year-old granddaughter in Tucson. "Lily, I found a kitten," I told her. "What do you think we should name her?" "What color is she?" Lily asked. "She is a yellow tabby." "Velveeta that is the name Papa calls Violet, my cat." "Perfect," I said. "What do I feed her?" "Grandma, you are being silly. Cats eat cat food. Mama says you better get a litter box for her." "Thank you, Lily." Off I went to the pet shop. Home I came with cat food, some cans of tuna, a litter box, a pet carrier, a scratching post, and cat toys. "Velveeta," I called, and she came running. She gobbled up the kitten food, and followed me around the kitchen. A trip to the vet resulted in shots, a six-month spaying appointment, and a nice bill. I would have to keep her now that I've invested all this money. Soon she began to explore her new home, playing hide and seek with me. I called my granddaughter again. "Lily, help. I can't find Velveeta. Where do cats hide? I've been looking and calling her for over an hour." "Grandma, try under the bed, the closet or the laundry basket." Sure enough, she was sound asleep in the laundry basket, with one paw over her eyes to keep out the sun. When I tried to scold her, she looked up as if to say, "What's the problem? I come when I am ready." I was learning cats are different than dogs. Every morning Velveeta and I walked around the fenced-in portion of our yard. One day as I was busily filling the bird feeders she climbed over the fence. Frantically, I ran after her. By the time I found her, she had caught a small bird. "Velveeta" I yelled. Startled, she dropped it, and the bird flew away. Velveeta gave me a look as if to say, "What's the fuss? This is what cats do. We are independent creatures that can't be fenced in." I thought of a line from Henry David Thoreau: "The most domestic cat, which has laid on a rug all her days, appears quite a home in the woods and by her sly and stealthy behavior proves herself more native there than the regular inhabitants." With Velveeta at my side I am no longer afraid of the night sounds. We look out the window for the bushy tailed fox, the multi-colored pheasant, the chasing squirrels, the majestic deer, the scavenging raccoons, the lumbering opossum, and the gorgeous black-and-white skunks that quickly clear the feeder of other animals. I've realized that I am the invader who must adjust. Charlene Wexler
Charlene Wexler's book 'Milk and Oranges' is published by Amazon it's only $4.59. It contains the above story 'It Was On The Back Porch'.
More True Cat Stories
Cat's Daily Routine Baffles Owner Reports BBC NewsThis is a true story about a cat who baffling his owner by wandering off at night before expecting to be collected by car every morning at exactly the same time and place. Sgt Podge, a Norwegian Forest Cat, disappears from his owner's home in Talbot Woods, Bournemouth, every night. The next morning, the 12-year-old cat can always be found in exactly the same place, sat on a pavement about one and a half miles (2.4km) away. His owner, Liz Bullard, takes her son to school before collecting Sgt Podge. She said a routine has now become established, where each morning she takes her son to school before driving to collect Sgt Podge from the pavement between 0800 and 0815 GMT. It is thought Sgt Podge walks across Meyrick Park Golf Course every night to reach his destination. Ms Bullard said, 'If it's raining he may be in the bush but he comes running if I clap my hands.' All she has to do is open the car passenger door from the inside for Sgt Podge to jump in. Back at home, Sgt Podge has breakfast before going to sleep by a warm radiator. See more true cat stories.
Miracle Cat Survives Scare - True StoryA ginger kitten used up one of his nine lives when he survived a 70mph trip; hidden away inside the chassis of a car. The driver stopped his car when he heard loud miaowing coming from the rear of his motor as he drove to work in Sankt Poelten, Austria. Mechanics spent three hours dismantling the car until they found Gussie, who belongs to a neighbour, huddling inside the chassis. He was hungry and a bit dirty and frightened but he seemed very relieved to be free. 'He wouldn't stop purring,' mechanic Leopold Wohlmertsberger informed us. (Judging by the picture, Gussie does not look too exhausted say Will and Guy) See more amazing true cat stories.
Cat Ordered to Do Jury ServiceTabby Sal, the cat, has been summoned to do jury service, despite the fact that his owners told the court he was 'unable to speak and understand English.' Will and Guy have learned. Anna Esposito, wrote to Suffolk Superior Crown Court in Boston, USA, to explain that a mistake had been made, but a jury commissioner replied saying the cat, named Tabby Sal, 'must attend.' Mrs Esposito had included a letter from her vet confirming that the cat was 'a domestic short-haired neutered feline.' Tabby Sal had been entered by Mrs Esposito under the "pets" section of the last census. "When they ask him guilty or not guilty? What's he supposed to say - miaow?" She said. Research has shown Will and Guy that the US judicial system states that jurors are 'not expected to speak perfect English.' We surmise that it would be sufficient for Tabby Sal to answer, 'Miaow' to all questions!
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