Blacky, the one-ear E-Book

Luise Hakasi

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Give an animal your heart and you get it back a thousand times. Animals enrich our lives. A conclusion, a thought-provoking impulse to look around in an animal shelter or maybe even take a little animal from the street; there are so many... perhaps on the way to a long friendship with deep gratitude. Our cat family has grown slowly but surely; all received animals originate exclusively from a shelter or from the street. We just have a big heart... None of these animals we want to miss. They are a wonderful part of our lives. Although they do not really "talk", however, they constantly communicate with us; even if we do not always understand ... Unfortunately, one is repeatedly confronted with moments in which you doubt the humanity. As on the day on which this little black, fluffy tomcat stood outside our front door with a cut-off, bleeding ear ... The rest of the story "Blacky" better tells himself.

Leseprobe

Luise Hakasi

Blacky, the one-ear

Only just a black cat?

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Foreword

Give an animal your heart and you get it back a thousand times. Animals enrich our lives. A conclusion, a thought-provoking impulse to look around in an animal shelter or maybe even take a little animal from the street; there are so many ... perhaps on the way to a long friendship with deep gratitude. Our cat family has grown slowly but surely; all received animals originate exclusively from a shelter or from the street. We just have a big heart...

None of these animals we want to miss. They are a wonderful part of our lives. Although they do not really "talk”, however, they constantly communicate with us; even if we do not always understand...

Unfortunately, one is repeatedly confronted with moments in which you doubt the humanity. As on the day on which this little black, fluffy tomcat stood outside our front door with a cut-off, bleeding ear...

The rest of the story "Blacky" better tells himself.

Blacky tells:

I was born in one of these cottages close to the beach after my mom had an affair with this thick black tomcat from the grocery store. Shortly thereafter, Mom noticed then that she had kittens in her belly and she felt somewhat queasy. Because she did not know how she would feed us. Actually, she has no real home, because the house where she lives, belongs to people from the city, which only come from time to time, only every few weeks. But Mom has always remained there, because there was a large covered patio with some hiding places and a large garden.

Food was probably sometimes scarce. Well, if the people were there, there was always moderately food. But when they departed again, Mama always had to look for food on the street. In the garbage cans and so on. Sometimes she went to hunt mice, sometimes good people put some food for her. But she was anxious, she had too many bad experiences and therefore she went no longer into the houses of people. In winter, when the homeowners did not come, she was often quite emaciated.

We are a total of five: three boys and two girls. Mom gave birth to us very quickly, we were not her first litter, so she knew already very well what to do. Having birth is somehow tiring; I went asleep then right after. Mama has licked me beautifully and let me drink a little milk and then I fell asleep. She often left us alone and was not there when I woke up. Then I always got really scared. What would we do if she would not come back? But she always came back, with a mouse, a beetle, a fish, a slice of ham or bread. When I opened my eyes for the first time after a few days, I could see how beautiful she really is: She has very soft, shiny, bright fur, almost beige and beautiful blue eyes.

And then the people came back to visit. This time there were quite a few, said Mom. Loud children were also there, popping with balloons and shouting loudly, so it hurt me terrible in my little ears. Mom finally thought the whole things quite uncomfortable, after the children had discovered us, wanted to toss us around just to play. No one wanted to take us home with them. The adults said only: For God's sake, five pieces! They have taken then my smallest sister, who has exactly the same color as my mom, beige with blue eyes. Nobody wanted us, the rest. They said: Black, I do not want black, which brings bad luck. Mom thought it was better to bring us somewhere else, to a safer location. Therefore, she dragged us one by one, a few streets away on an empty plot of land with a high wall. When she grabbed me by the neck with her mouth, I stayed quiet as a mouse and did not fidget. Finally, she then dropped me off, licked me and disappeared again, to pick up the others. We were then at least all together again. Sometimes Mom still came to visit us; I'm still longing for her ...

Four abandoned, black kittens

 Oops, what was that just now, among the flowers and wooden crates? There is something ... a mouse, a rat? It rustles. So I rather go see it. I just see a pale Siamese cat scuttle off in a hurry and two little black kittens trying clumsily to follow her, but they cannot make it because the mother cat jumped nimbly over the wall. The two little ones creep back the flowers and between the boxes and now I see that there are three, no, four! The mother cat has towed four black kittens here, two with a smooth fur and two fluffy, thickly padded midgets.  

I have already seen this Siamese cat several times here. She seems to live some streets further. Unfortunately her owner has probably "forgotten" to castrate her...

So, what are we going to do now with all these little kittens? The cat mom has not returned and the little miaows hungrily. At the slightest noise, and the slightest movement, all flit away immediately and hide. No chance to grab one of them.

So I get a bit of cat food from my kitchen (Had I incidentally mentioned that we already have three queens?) and throw it on the floor. Plagued by hunger, the little cats dare slowly forward, one after another, and start eating greedily. I put as well a bowl of water outside. Lets see if the cat mom will come  tomorrow. The little ones seem to be just a few weeks old.

No, the next day far and wide nothing to see from the mother cat. I would like to locate the owner. Again, the little ones are hungry and I feed them again. They play cute; scuffling in the sun, clamber between the flowers and the wooden boxes.

Alone

I just caught a big beetle. My very first one, so I'm very proud. My big brother has already caught two. Well, he is a little bit faster than me. My stomach is growling with hunger. Mom did not come back today; I'm worried. I would like to drink milk now. Mom! Hunger!! Mom!!!

We have tussled and played much today, we wallowed in the sand in the sun. But now I am hungry and thirsty. I have to cry.

Over there a door is just opening. Oh, super, that is this woman with the long hair, which has thrown us cat food in the yard yesterday. Whether she does it now again? I quickly run a little closer, in her direction. My little brother first runs a bit together with me, but then stops undecidedly. Come on, I say, I think she has again food for us.

We dare a little bit closer, half-hidden by the flower pots and wooden boxes. She puts down a bowl of water and throws several handfuls of food for us. I think she likes black cats. We eat quickly and then hide again. She is no longer standing there, but has sit down on the floor next to the door on, looking at us, calling and saying something I do not understand. "Food, come eat kitten. Come! "Human language ... I still have to learn.

Food, come eat kitten. Come!

In the afternoon there is a violent thunderstorm. The small cats have been hiding in a grass verge behind the wall. Whether they are well protected well of the rain under the canopy of trees?

In the evening at the usual feeding time again heavy rains. The animals miaow hungrily behind the wall. I shake the feed box and slowly they all come out. Amazing how quickly little kittens learn.

I make it to lure them into the entrance of the door, so they would not have to stand in the rain; it's cool, they are all trembling. Directly at the front door I put water and a feeding tray on the doormat and sit down on the floor a few meters away. They eat greedily, with attentively pricked ears, constantly revolving around anxiously. When the bowl is empty, I fill it again (of course, they all fled again). This procedure we organize now three times a day: in the morning before I go to work, when I come back at lunchtime and in the evening, around 19 or 20 o`clock.