Although the pandemic situation has improved, I’ve been sticking close to home. And surprisingly, sticking close to home has not been boring. It’s really been exciting since we now have a feral cat living in our yard!

My human first discovered him several months ago when I chased him late at night. It was 9 p.m. and a pitch dark, frigid January evening. I spotted something moving around the garbage cans. It was a solid black kitty and so my human didn’t see him in the darkness, but I did. I immediately took up a chase after him. It was good fun and he bolted across the street. My human got very upset since I had scared him, and he had run onto a busy street. I felt bad after she explained that he must have been trying to find food. I then regretted what I’d done, and now that I knew that he had it tough, I vowed to be kind from here on out.

You see, I had no idea that there were homeless feral cats who had a hard life outside. How could I know? The only kind of cats that I had ever met before were “my cats” Mrs. Peel and Bitsy. Mrs. Peel is chubby and demanding and lays around the house. She meows a lot and loves to torment me. Bitsy is much sweeter, but he just plays with his toys and sleeps on the bed. Neither of them seems to have a care in the world and eat very well throughout the day. I doubt they would even survive if they had to hunt for food outdoors. They both seem to be an entirely different species from the feral cat who has no home! My human said that cats are not supposed to live outside alone like that, since they are domesticated. But sometimes it happens and that she would try to help him.

My human started putting food outside, since it was winter. He’s not a young cat, and his ear is “tipped” which means at some point, someone had trapped him and had him neutered. When my human saw his ear, it clued her in that he was feral. Even so, since he was alone and not in a cat colony, she wanted to help. She was able to trap him, get him his shots while in the trap, and then afterwards she put him in our garage. She named him Oscar and provided a heated bed and blankets and litter and food. He took to all of it, and even used the litter box! While in the garage was not ideal, it did keep him well fed and out of the worst of the winter snow storms. He would hide from her so she couldn’t interact with him, but she was glad he was safe. Then when spring arrived, she opened the garage door, and he left that evening.

Now he lives in a wood pile way in the back of our yard. I rarely see him, but my human sees him all the time. She still cannot pet him, but she can get closer to him. And since we will be moving back to Maine this summer, he will end up losing us, his home and the only caregiver he has ever known. She can’t let that happen and is going to try to trap him again. But this time, she will bring him inside and set him up in a separate room to see if he can adjust. Maybe then I can kind of meet him, by sniffing under the door!

I’m so glad my human is kind and is trying to help this poor kitty. Just like she helped me along with all the other people before I was adopted. That’s what it’s all about in my book, being kind and helping one another. And I vow, that I will be kind to this kitty if he joins our family. Wish us luck!

With love,

Benny H.

Benny H. is a 7-year-old mixed-breed dog who enjoys writing, meeting new people, and providing companionship to his loving adopter, Liz Hoffmann. They live in Connecticut. Liz has extensive experience in sales, marketing, and opening her heart to shelter animals.