Buddy, a tabby adopted from a local shelter, lived with us for eleven years. In fact, our daughter Amy brought this absolutely adorable kitten home to us despite our objections. You see, we had just lost our entire house to a house fire and were living in a rental house provided by our insurance.
When “Buddy” came “to visit for the weekend,” we (mostly me, Larry) fell in love with this little guy who tore across our furniture and majored on looking cute. For that weekend. (see picture at right). PICTURE OF KITTEN
We recently received an angry phone call from the neighbor behind us. Apparently, Buddy had become the neighborhood bully, even going up on our neighbor’s deck and beating up her cat. I don’t know if her cat needed to be beaten up, but I believed our neighbor and promised I would take care of it. (I was not sure at all sure what “taking care of it” meant).
Within an hour an Animal Control officer came to our home and issued me a ticket for, are you sitting down?, $1092.34. You read that right. Over a thousand dollar fine for not having our cat registered in our county. He said I could get out of going to court and paying that ticket IF I got my cat registered and IF my cat no longer beat up other neighborhood cats.
How do you promise that your cat won’t beat up other cats? If our wonderful Buddy had scratched our neighbor, I learned later, she could have taken us to court and sued us.
I thought about behavior modification therapy for Buddy, but he was unwilling to be educated into proper feline behavior in our neighborhood. We kept Buddy indoors for a few days (he normally loves to run around outside, probably to fulfill mob hits for some cat gang), and he was beside himself. I was told by others: “Of course, he’s a feral cat!” (I had to look up the word “feral.”)