Nov 09 2009
The Switch
Gertie
Henry and Gertie have switched places. And I feel guilty.
Gertie, an unlovely name for a lovely cat, lived in what is now my house for all of her 13+ years. Even after her owners were gone, she stayed. But once I moved in with my herd of cats, she abandoned the premises, though not completely.
She hangs around, meowing sadly, and I put food, water, and a blanket in the shed. After I feed my cats, I go outside to feed her.
Sound familiar?
She’s supposed to be living with her former owner’s daughter, but she can’t understand that they are gone and she has a new home.
She lets me pick her up, and she purrs happily, but she won’t come in the house. I thought she’d venture in when all the doors were open, but no. I’ve picked her up and brought her inside, but she just runs out again as soon as she can. It’s getting colder lately, especially at night, and we’re supposed to get rain this week, so I’m worried about her.
It seems ironic that bringing an outdoor cat inside basically made an indoor cat an outdoor cat. Though I’m glad to have Henry safe and warm (as I write, he’s curled up next to me on the couch), I’m sad that Gertie is homeless because of me.
Any thoughts or ideas welcome! Leave them in the comments or email me at sjpeakall AT gmail DOT com.
5 Responses to “The Switch”
Maybe it’s just a question of time.
Gertie is a very pretty cat….good luck to her and to you….
jx
I think you should just doing what you’re do so well, take care of feeding her, give her as much attention as she needs or will take and animals are smart and great survivors, time will solve all worries for all.
Ah, that’s so sad. Well, time heals all things; perhaps she’ll come around.
Maybe you should bring her inside when the other cats are gone. Let her get used to the changes in house. She might be willing to accept the cats once she’s comfortable with her surroundings.