Though Kapooka; A Crossovers Pet was planned and formulated to draw attention to the other books in the Crossovers Anthology through the Seamus Adams character’s telling of the story, it is a story about my real baby kitty cat. Kapooka has settled down a bit now that he’s older, and we have his sister-in-law kitty, Trinity, my sister’s nineteen year old, pukey lil’ kitty living with us now. Kapooka wasn’t too happy about Trinity coming to live with us at first, but he’s adjusted admirably, and surprisingly there was never any real, harsh jealousy issues on his part. I guess he knows he’s daddy’s number one boy.
As of lately, I’ve been letting both cats out in the evenings when I get home from work and letting them run around and enjoy the great outdoors. There’s nothing the Kapooka critter loves more than the great outdoorse’s, and he’s quite the lil’ hunter. Lately he’s been roaming off in different directions in an attempt to branch off and expand his hunting grounds, and apparently other cats in the neighborhood don’t appreciate the intrusion and at the same time want to know what’s going on on his territory. We’ve had this big, mean, vicious feral black tomcat showing up lately, picking fights with both of mine and the neighbors cats.
So, I hear this awful howling sound coming from outside the other night and I run out there to see what it is. Awful howling… I figure it’s my Kapooka critter. I figure the black tomcat is back, terrorizing the neighborhood, but I get out there and I find my two cats, and they do have these perplexed looks on their faces, but I don’t see anything else out by the carport’s of mine and my neighbors trailers. Nor do I see anything out by the back patios, so I start walking back there. That’s where my cats were staring towards when I got out there, so I figure I better take a look around and check it out. The Kapooka critter follows me back there.
I’m on the back patio, I’m not looking at my cat, but I know he’s nearby, and I hear this violent, ferocious howl coming from somewhere very nearby. Well, I figured it was the Bear, my other name for the Kapooka critter. BooBear can make some ferocious noises when he’s pissed off, so I just assumed it was him. But while I was looking right at him I heard the noise again, and I look to my left to see a flash of an image of this pair of fangs and glowing eyes. Whatever it was took off around the back of my neighbor’s trailer. So what do I do, I pursue it.
The Bear takes off towards the back of our neighbor’s trailer, I start heading that way, we both round the corner and I hear t his howl ring out from just under me to my right. I look down and realize that this thing is obviously right under my neighbor’s gas grill. There’s a cover over the grill, so I can’t see the creature making this horrid sound, but that’s where the sound is coming from, is under that grill.
Now the Bear is curious and wants to investigate, but I’m getting scared and beginning to wonder if the thing under the grill is rabid or something, ’cause I’m used to seeing feral animals run away from people, not pick the closest hiding place and hole up. Something about this doesn’t feel right at all to me.
The Bear is trying to investigate, but I snatch him up and throw him in the house. Now I have to go and find Trinity and do the same thing with her, but I’ve left the door open and I catch a glimpse of the Bear heading back behind my neighbor’s place to investigate some more. I see Trinity, but the Kapooka critter is suddenly my immediate concern so I abandon trying to catch her to go and scoop up the Kapooka critter again.
As I approach the rear of my neighbor’s trailer I hear the vicious howling sound off, but I get to my orange lil’ fur-ball of a cat and scoop him up into my arms. Trinity is still where she was at before, so I head that way and scoop her up too. I’ve got them both in my arms now, Trinity plopped down on top of the Bear’s back, both kitties sticking their heads up over my right shoulder and looking out. This time I shut the door when I got them in and thought about what to do about the howling menace outside.
I went back out with a pair of sturdy work gloves on my hands and a broom stick. I figured I would have to give the angry kitty a little nudge in order to get it out from under my neighbor’s gas grill. If the angry kitty didn’t go away then my cats weren’t going to be allowed back outside, and I didn’t want to do that to them just yet. It was still early. This was supposed to be their play time.
So I get back out there, equipped with gloves and a stick, and it’s beginning to get dark, and I can’t quite see too well anyways, so I brought a flashlight with me, too. I start heading back there, and I’m beginning to feel as though I’m walking into a horror movie or something, thinking to myself as I near the back of my neighbor’s property and start carefully stepping towards his covered gas grill, Please, God, don’t let the mean, evil, pissed-off sounding kitty jump out at me and bite my ankles off! I don’t want to get my blood sucked out of my body and my ankles bitten off by the vampire kitty!
The angry and aggressive sounding howling starts as I approach the gas grill. I’m not liking this situation, but at the same time I feel I have to deal with this situation. So I get up to the grill, I get down on my hands and knees in front of the cover, and I slowly start to lift it, thinking to myself that this angry, pissed-off, cornered kitty is going to jump out at me at any moment. It didn’t. It just kept on howling and spitting and hissing at me.
I was able to shine the flashlight on the pissed-off kitty and get a look at it. It looked like an older tabby cat, and it looked like something was wrong with it, for its eyes looked kind of odd, but I couldn’t quite tell right then what it was that was really going on with it. I poked the stick at it and tried to get it to run away, but it held its ground. It wasn’t leaving from that spot.
I was the one who eventually retreated, heading back into my place to try to come up with a new plan. I couldn’t think of one, but when I came back out the pissed-off kitty was gone, and nowhere to be found. I kept my cats in that night, just to be safe.
The next day I go to let my cats out for a run around before I take off to work, and the first thing I see is that same pissed-off, angry kitty cat run underneath my place. I immediately think to myself, Great, here we go again.
I walk up to the place where it ran under my trailer, and sure enough, there it is, staring at me, howling, spitting and hissing, but again it’s not running off like a normal feral cat would. It’s daytime, too, so I can see the pissed-off kitty a whole lot better than I could the night before. I take a good look at it, and sure enough, there’s something wrong with its eyes alright. It was quite apparent that the stray that had showed up at my place was nearly blind. I just couldn’t see it the night before ’cause it was dark and my own eyes aren’t very good.
That changed everything. This wasn’t some scary vampire kitty cat, this was a kitty who was in need of my help. This injured stray needed medical attention and I was going to be the one to get it for him. It turned out to be a he. Very apparent once I got a look. He came right out after I went in and got food. Once he smelled the food it was like he couldn’t come out from hiding quick enough. He was still howling bloody murder, but now I could tell that he was just scared, not aggressive. Scared cats can turn aggressive if handled wrong, so I made sure to take my time with the injured, stray tabby cat and let him get a good sense of my smell. Before long he was coddling to me for protection while howling, spitting, and hissing at everything else around, including my cats. I kicked them out and brought my injured new friend in while we waited for the SPCA to come and get him.
The SPCA in Pinellas County, Florida is a no-kill shelter, and I’ve saved a number of cats through them in the past. As long as the blind kitty can pass his medical tests then I’m sure he can pass his temperament test. He was purring and loving up against me before the SPCA’s driver arrived to pick him up, after I got him within the safety of my home. He even rested and about fell asleep before the driver showed up. He was likely a house cat at some point in time before, unfortunately everybody isn’t a good pet owner and animals do get abandoned and left to fend for themselves, especially in your lower class neighborhoods where people are struggling every day to survive as it is.
A few days later the black tomcat did show up at my house, trying to terrorize both of mine and my neighbors cats. I heard some commotion and went to investigate. It sounded like it was coming from inside my house, and sure enough it was. I walk out of my room to witness Trinity charging across the living room and launching herself into the air and on top of this intruder. She tries to latch on but goes rolling over the black tomcat’s back, but that doesn’t stop her. She pops back up, quickly composes herself, and then hops right back onto that bewildered tomcat’s back, latching on with both paws this time and not letting go.
At this point I see the black tomcat look up and acknowledge my presence, and the look on its face told me that a bad situation had just gone to worse for it. That thing looked one hundred percent surprised and totally out of its element. Meanwhile, Trinity is batting her paws and snapping her remaining teeth at this big, old black tomcat, and I just bust out laughing. I couldn’t believe my nineteen year old female was beating the living scadoodles out of the alpha male tomcat of the neighborhood, and meanwhile the Kapooka critter was nowhere to be found. In my experience I’ve noticed that some people act tough but really aren’t when pushed while others act docile but will rip a threatening, menacing adversary to shreds if pushed. I think BooBear’s the former to where Trinity’s more or less the latter. Whatever the case may be, and though the Kapooka critter is still my number one, for he is my furry lil’ baby kitty, Trinity has been my hero ever since she bested that big, old black thing, and I haven’t seen that mean, old black tomcat come back around my cats’ turf since.
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