The batty residents of Claremont are at it again in the invaluable Southern Suburbs Tatler:
To the owner of the roaming Abyssinian cat in the Lynfrae Avenue area: your cat comes into my home on a daily basis to eat my cats’ food, to urinate in and against my kitchen cupboards and other furniture, and terrorise my cats who are feeling violated and insecure in their own home.
I have to clean up after your cat, buy extra cat food, purchase various cleaning materials to clean up his mess and tolerate the inconvenience of trying to keep him out. My house reeks of your cat, and it is very embarrassing.
I have walked around knocking on neighbours’ doors to find the owner of this cat, and several people told me that they have to endure the same problems caused by your cat.Dr Elzabé Dürr-Fitchen, Claremont
So many images. Not least the poor “violated and insecure” cats in their own home. How does one identify those sorts of traits in felines? Low self-esteem? Self-loathing? Lots of sleeping near heaters?
These are the risks you take when you have pets – the chance that someone else’s bigger pet will come into your home, eat their food and pee on your cupboards. I see it as a metaphor for life. You’re either a big fish in a little pond or someone comes into your home, eats your big fish and pees on your cupboards. But is writing letters to the local rag – however heartfelt they may be – really the way to go about solving the problem? And isn’t “tolerating the inconvenience of trying to keep him out”, a little dramatic?
Because – and sit down, because here’s a plan – why don’t you close your door?
I have found that even the most agile of felines find it near impossible to navigate their way through a couple of centimetres of solid wood. No matter how hard you throw them. In trying this method, you’ll probably come across other unforeseen benefits of door closing. Not only will rogue Abyssinian cats be kept out, but so will other annoying things like wind and rain and leaves and burglars. And, as an added bonus, things like warmth, your TV and your laptop will remain in your house.
With the lack of support they’re getting in this worrying situation, it’s only a matter of time before the good doctor’s cats take matters into their own hands, follow the rogue Abyssinian home and wreak havoc upon his house by going in and sleeping near their heaters. Unless his owners have taken the radical step of closing their door, of course.
I must, however, mention that while living in Oxford back in the mid-90’s, I did experience a similar problem to that suffered by Dr Komplik8ed-Sürñåmê, whereby a neighbour’s cat came into our kitchen and pee’d against the cupboards. Once.
However, rather than writing to the local freebie newspaper in an effort to trace its owner, I was more proactive, trapped it in the kitchen and then took a broom handle to it (in the style of the Maid from Tom and Jerry, but without the fat legs) and soundly beat it until it was black and red.
That seemed to sort the problem out almost instantaneously: once released (I helped it over the garden fence), it never came back. Although I too had to purchase various cleaning materials to clean up the mess.
Anyway, bye for now, Abyssinia.
(sorry)
You admit to beating a cat?? The mad cat ladies behind the lentil curtain are gonna have you strung up by your [censored].. lol
DW > *shrug* It deserved it.
Diep River has a similar rogue feline. A white and grey POS.
Although I used to take a more proactive stance against it and shot at it with my BB gun. They were plastic bullets and it was from afar so it’s not cruel.
Great target practice though.
I sure as hell didn’t bitch and whine to the local gossip pages though.
Goblin > Ironically, just next to Dr Door-Fitter’s letter is one about cats being shot by BB guns. Seriaas.
I hope it says that everyone should be doing it.
Goblin > It waffles. “Cat… pellet guns, BB guns… shot in back… fluffy little kitten… injuries… vets bills… SPCA… blah, blah blah… laying charges with police… terrible… pissing up my kitchen cupboards… youth of today… all this was fields… jacob zuma… blah, blah… beat it with a broom…”
Nope. Nothing actually encouraging the practice.
I also had a neighbourhood cat come into my house, fight with my cats and steal their lunch money. I also eventually managed to trap it in the house. However, instead of beating the poor animal for doing what nature programmed it to do, I clipped its nails and shaved it. Nekid. Never saw it again, but I heard via the grapevine that some nerdy cats cornered it in an alleyway and called it names.
Perforated > Sticks and stones may break their bones, but names will always hurt them.