Presenting Libby: A Feline Extraordinaire
"Babysitting" a Black Cat
Black kitties have been the subject of much discussion throughout the ages. It is almost Halloween as I am writing this update, and I am so happy that the baby girl kitty that I "babysit" is an indoor kitty. Too often individuals troll neighborhoods for black kitties at this time of the year and the fate of them causes great despair. The black kitty in this article is a kitty who keeps me entertained each time I "babysit" her.
Over the months that I have been fortunate enough to care for her in her Momma's absence, we have formed a lovely bond. Understand, please, that Miss Libby is in charge of this new friendship. She sash-shays into the room amid the spotlight that is surely focused on her commanding my total attention. She surveys all that is in the area, circles around to peer out the front door, and then hops onto the chair where I wait were royal self.
She then hops down, takes a sniff, and sometimes a lick off of my coffee cup if there is creamer on it. Then she tromps, stopping to knead a bit across my tummy, and parks beside me, awaiting adequate adoration and petting.
Libby has truly stolen my heart over the months I have been privileged to care for her. She races me to the couch so that my lap can be provided for her lounging pleasure.
She is an excellent supervisor as well . . . while I am preparing food or some other task, she watches over and 'talks' to me.
What a delight she is.
If fate deems it so, once or twice in our lifetime, we meet totally lovely individuals of the Human-kind.
When good fortune smiles upon us on other occasions, we meet uniquely special felines (or canines) who, like the humans, bring us joy that is beyond measure.
Those of us who are under the spell of our special pet have established a relationship that is enduring. The bond that forms between a human and a pet is not one that can be easily explained or understood by those who do not have a pet to call their own—it is a singular (or "plural" in cases where there is more than one pet) experience and one that brings immeasurable pleasure and happiness to each and every day.
Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.— Garrison Keillor
It Takes a While to Make Nice With This Newbie
Libby's Momma may travel away from her domicile on this or that foray out into the world. At such times, she leaves me to be supervised by her adorable, Libby.
My job during those times is to visit twice a day so that I may take care of Libby's every need.
When I first met Libby, she was not totally impressed by my presence. As a matter of fact, you might say, she could take me or leave me. This was an experience that I had endured more than once from even my own kitties so it was not at all shocking.
You see, with kitties, it is necessary to win their adoration especially when you are an interloper in their world. Newbies must prove they are worth the trouble it takes to 'make nice.'
How would I fix that?
Extending my visit to an hour each time I went to see her as part of my plan, and, as a result, Little Libby girl began to warm up to me.
O, wait, I am getting ahead of myself. In order to understand this little girl kitty perhaps some of her history will provide the much-needed backstory.
Three Plus One . . .
Having loved and currently loving, more than one kitty and a pup is most deliciously delightful for me.
Honeybee and Milo, my two felines and Gretta, my pup, are most precious members of my family that make me smile many times each day.
And in recent months I have become very fond of a kitty who belongs to a friend of mine, the same friend, in fact, whose butterfly garden I have written about here on HubPages.
It is my pleasure to introduce such an adorable kitty to you.
Learning About Libby
Libby's Momma shared with the following—in her words . . .
"I found her seven years ago on the road that goes to Blue Highway. I stopped at the creek that runs under the road to look for panther prints. Then I heard, what sounded like a bird screeching, but it was only poor little, skinny, starving Libby trying to get help."
And, her Momma continued . . .
"She was emaciated, covered in seed ticks, and had a cut across the bridge of her nose. My friend picked her up and put her on her lap while I drove home.
On the ride home, Libby put her paws up on the door and just looked out the window, perfectly content.
As soon as we got home, I put her in the kitchen sink and gave her a bath, with no difficulty at all. She took it all in stride.
After I dried her some, I gave her a nice plate of cooked deer meat that I had on hand. She just about inhaled it so I gave her some more, which she also made disappear. When she asked for more, I couldn't refuse her. I don't remember how many servings she put away, but I think it would have been enough to stuff Andre the giant!!"
Fed and nurtured. NO doubt by now Libby was beginning to feel that this human was going to be someone very special in her life. And she was correct about that!!!
The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats...— Albert Schweitzer
A Home of My Own
". . . on Monday I took her to the vet. I left her there while they did all the good stuff . . ."
The vet had found that Libby had an intestinal upset of some kind which was not remarkable as who knows how long she had been out in the wild trying to survive on her own.
Already Libby must have felt that her life was changing in a most remarkable way . . . everyone was fussing over her and treating her with the care that she had hoped to find. She must have thought "Maybe now I will have a home and my very precious Human to love and adore and who loves and adores me in return."
I believe cats are spirits come to earth
A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.— Jules Verne
Kitty Extraordinaire Indeed
Her Momma added . . .
"After her visit to the vet, I took her home and watched her fill out, heal up, and enjoy her kittenhood.
The world became her playground, and everything in it, her toys. From the get-go, she has had the sweetest disposition."
This story of Libby's history has not ended . . . she and her Momma must have been destined to meet as they both are unique and special.
Pampered, Spoiled, and Loved
"Sweetest disposition" is spot on. Once she gets to know you and you have passed her thorough inspection, you belong to her. Over the few months I have been caring for Libby, she has decided I am a Human that can fit into her plan. She has decided it is quite alright if I adore, pet, photograph, and toss her toys around for her.
When I enter the home she allows her Momma to share, she greets me now and welcomes me with a sweet, melodic tone and escorts me quickly to the kitchen so that I might prepare her food. And prepare I do . . . her wet food must be heated for about five seconds in the microwave prior to being served with a flourish. She usually will enjoy that and then wander off to somewhere land until she wishes to grace me with her presence.
She has gradually allowed me to pet her. This has taken many weeks. And while I was keeping her most recently, she began to snuggle up behind my head and nuzzle in my hair.
I knew I was truly accepted by her a few nights ago, when she crawled onto my lap and snuggled!!
What a joy it is to know Miss Libby girl and her Momma.
Rescue a Kitty (Or Pup If You Are so Inclined)
Perhaps we cannot all be lucky enough to find such a lovely kitty to rescue.
But know that the shelters are full of many candidates waiting for a loving home.
Visit one today and if you are ready to be owned by a kitty, take one home.
Being a pet owner does ask something of you.
As the Caregiver for a Pet
You will be expected to:
- provide food and water daily.
- provide a clean litter box.
- bring them to the vet for inoculations, dental care, and other times when they may become ill or injured.
- provide toys and adequate space for your pet to play and relax.
- acknowledge that the pet, especially if it is a kitty, is allowing you to share the residence.
If you are willing to accept this Pet Owner's Bill of Responsibilities then go ahead and take the plunge. You will be glad you did.
Update: A Little Bit of Sadness
A few weeks ago, my friend moved to another town. The home she sold is quite large, and had become more than she feels like she can manage. I knew this time was coming, and as the days grew nearer, my heart grew a bit sad. And, of course, it meant that my kitty friend Libby and her sister, Miss Queenie, would be moving as well. So in the last few visits that I had with Libby, I told her of the excitement of moving to her home that she was already familiar with because her Momma had already had this home in another town for many years.
It's a place that Libby loves very much and she has settled in there very nicely. I miss her—I must admit it—and I miss Little Queenie, but they are happy and their Momma is happy and that's the important thing. I have lots of lovely pictures and fond memories that help to ease the sadness that I feel.
A New Member of the Family
Several months ago, a new kitty came to Libby's home. Her name is Frosty but she is often called "Queenie" because she is treated like Libby, aka, royalty.
She has her own suite, for goodness sake. She has two windows that reach almost to the floor that open her room to warm sunshine rays and a peek at the outside world.
What a feline's luxurious life she leads. She was taken in by Libby's Momma when her Daddy passed away. She traveled from Jacksonville to her new home with her Auntie and Cousin Libby.
Becoming Adjusted to Her New Home
It has not taken Queenie too long to become accustomed to her new home. At first, she was separated from the house via a baby-gate but that was only for a short time. The two kitties have accepted the way of things . . . that Queenie is in fact the matriarch . . . and that seems to work. Libby will go ''check on" her—she will sit in the doorway for a bit and then scurry away to lie in the sun or to be adored.
In the photo above, Queenie is playing in the toy box while she is out for one of her forays around her new home. She sometimes will roam around at night as well exploring to her heart's content. She is either 14 or 16, so she is beset by some of the aches and pains that old age can bring, but she does not seem to let it get her down.
She "talks and talks" when someone is in earshot . . . and she simply adores being talked to, petted, and brushed. Another precious kitty for me to adore, too. How blessed these kitties are to have been adopted by their Momma / Auntie.
© 2015 Patricia Scott