I previously blogged about Snowflake in an entry entitled “The Stray Cat Who Wasn’t.” Here is the latter part of his life story, serialized for those of you who might have missed it, or who read it and wondered what became of him.
It was in the summer of 2016 that I first encountered Snowflake. I’d only learn later that was the cat’s name, because when it just showed up on my front stoop, I assumed the poor beast was lost, abandoned, or a stray. I also assumed the kitty was female, because she was beyond beautiful… she was ravishing! I thought I’d called her Sabrina.
The cat appeared to be at least part Angora, with long, silky fur and a grand plume of a tale. The cat was extremely friendly, rubbing up against my legs and meowing in an odd, squawky voice. I snapped some pics and posted them on Facebook, asking if anyone knew who the cat belonged to.
A few days went by, with the cat visiting daily. I fed the kitty, and my cats, Jinx and Milo, looked on jealously from the living room window. I couldn’t believe that this animal, who could easily land the feline equivalent of a modeling contract, could be a stray.
Turns out that the cat wasn’t a stray at all, but an expert manipulator…
If you enjoyed my blog entry entitled “The Stray Cat That Wasn’t,” I hope you’ll also like this follow-up about Snowy, the Neighbor Cat.
Snowy is an indoor-outdoor cat who enjoys roaming the neighborhood, begging for food. He knows I always have a treat for him, so this is a common sight when I open my front door:
However, my two cats disapprove of this fluffy little intruder encroaching upon their territory. Look at the expression on Milo’s face when he hears Snowy meowing outside:
And Jinx doesn’t like him much better.
Well, one particular cold and windy day, I saw Snowy had gotten locked outside (his humans weren’t home). Not wanting him to catch a cold, I let him in and kept him indoors for most of the day. My cats rudely avoided him, other than the occasional warning “Hissss!”
Meanwhile, Snowy had fun exploring the kitchen.
After tuckering himself out, Snowy curled up in a bowl atop the refrigerator and snoozed the day away.
Meanwhile, Jinx kept looking at me like this:
So, when I heard Snowy’s Dad come home, I carried the kitty next door and returned him to his rightful owner. I was disappointed that Jinx and Milo didn’t want to make friends with Snowy. Socializing cats is not an easy task. So now, whenever I see THIS:
On a recent afternoon, all seemed to be well in the Peaceable Kingdom of my little apartment. Jinx was lying in the living room window, soaking up the sun. Milo was roaming about in search of mischief.
All of a sudden, there was a terrific commotion! I heard a CRASH and an antagonized “ME-OWWW!!!” I turned my head just in time to see Jinx leaping off the little table by the living room window. She sent everything on the table crashing to the floor. This caused Milo to freak out as well. The two crazed cats went flying up the stairs, in a blur of motion.
“WTF?” I thought, and peeked out the window to see what could possibly be the cause of such a disturbance.
To my utter shock and awe, my eyes were met by the most gorgeous creature I’ve seen in recent memory
It was a cat I had never seen before. Yes, my neighborhood is unfortunately notorious for its overpopulation of feral kitties, but I could tell right away that this cat was different. She was a fairly well-groomed Angora mix, and totally unafraid of humans (at least, not me). Astonished by both her beauty and her seemingly dropping out of the clear blue sky, I went outside and cautiously approached her. She shied away at first, but didn’t go far.I gave her some Pounce treats and the cat was satisfied and seemingly grateful.
“What a beautiful cat!” I thought. “Who in their right mind, and with a conscious, could abandon this sweet, trusting animal?”
Now, I have all the genetic makings of becoming a Crazy Cat Lady, so you don’t know how difficult it was for me to resist scooping up this new kitty and inviting her into my home. I reminded myself that I’d sworn off long-haired cats forever after being mom to a little Turkish Angora named Tiffany Jewel. Somehow, that tiny, six-pound cat managed to coat every piece of furniture (and much of the carpets) of a two-story house with strands of her luxuriant, white and orange hair. You could brush her all day and more and more fur would keep coming out. You’d think she’s be bald! I swore there was no actual cat under all that fur; she was just a hairball that learned to “meow.” (Tiffany currently lives with my ex-husband, and is still shedding to this day.)
But getting back to this new kitty, it appeared to also be of angora lineage. Its fur wasn’t matted, so I didn’t believe it had been an outdoor cat for too long. I felt so bad shutting the door, but at least it was nice summer weather for it to be outside. In the meantime, I decided to try to find the cat’s owner, in case she was a runaway, while continuing to feed her. I took some pics and posted them on FB.
And my page exploded.
My photos of Mystery Cat provoked a barrage of comments, like: “I’ve been seeing that cat roaming the streets for weeks now.” And: “I’ve seen her in my backyard, trying to ‘tempt’ my male cat!”
My heart sank. Apparently someone really HAD abandoned the poor puss! I wasn’t too surprised when I saw the cat on my doorstep again the following morning. She looks like a ‘Sabrina,’ I thought, as I scooped some Fancy Feast onto a saucer for her. She eagerly wolfed it down. I sat in my green camp chair to watch her. After Sabrina finished eating, she gave me her thanks by rubbing up against my legs and– I could hardly believe it!– jumping right up into my lap. Oh, the Cat Lady pheromones were having a spastic dance party!
I posted a series of more photos, which I labeled: “Mystery Cat, Day 2.” This time, the remarks concentrated more on the remarkable beauty of the animal. That long fur, her markings, those expressions… I had a potential feline Supermodel in my hands!
Then there came a knock at the door. I opened it to find a slightly familiar young man on my doorstep.
“Hi, I’m Angelo. Your new neighbor?” he said.
Oh, yeah. I’d seen him and his girlfriend when they were moving into the apartment next to mine a few days ago.
“Yes…” I had a suspicion where this was leading.
“That cat you’ve seen around? He’s mine and Melissa’s, actually. Sometime he runs out the door when it’s open.”
“It’s a boy?” I had to wrap my brain around that one.
“Yes, he’s a boy.”
“What’s his name?”
Snowflake? Really? He’s not even all white! But all I said was: “Oh.”
“Is it okay if he hangs around your place sometimes?”
“Sure!” I had to control my joy at the thought of future visits by the beautiful cat. I mean HANDSOME. He’s a boy. Must remember that.
Needless to say, I was both relieved that the cat was not a stray after all. But I was also disappointed, because I probably would have “caved” and tried to integrate him into my household, long hair and all. Probably would’ve named him Toby once I found out he was male.
It’s been a couple of weeks now. I’ve yet to receive any more visits from Snowflake.