there once was a kitty named Homer, a handsome turkish van mix with polydactyl BIG feet. he was adopted as a kitten by a young lady who a few years later found herself in the family way. 9 months later a baby girl was born, and from the day this child came into the world, this kitty shared it’s life with the little girl. the mama was a single mom who worked hard and did everything she could to provide for both the little girl and their family pet Homer.
years later hard times fell on the little family, and the mom found it necessary to not only find a new job, but had to move to another place where the rent was affordable. this place didn’t allow family pets and so she turned to her boyfriend’s family to provide shelter for Homer until she could find better housing where the little family could once again live together.
Homer was not only loved by the mom but especially adored by the little girl, and having him move to “grampa’s house” was not an idea she was fond of at all! this was her best friend. one of the few things that had remained constant in her life, other than her mom, with all the moves and “big concerns” there had been! and now not only was the real world forcing itself into this 6 year old’s life once again by making them move, but her beloved Homer couldn’t go with! 😦 the littl girl cried and was heartbroken about being separated from her best friend. and the lady, who agonized over this decision herself, explained to the little girl that at least this way they could visit Homer and it was only temporary until they found a new home where Homer could live with them again. she herself hated this decision, but she assured herself it was only temporary and at least this way, they could get eventually get Homer back. but the little girl cried. who would be there to sleep with her? to share in dress up play time? or purr in her lap and provide comfort when things got scarry?
soon the day came for the big move, and the little girl cried again as they drover Homer to his soon to be new home. what a sad day, but the mom promised that they would be visiting all the time especially on weekends and it wouldn’t really be that bad ’cause the little girl would get to see Homer quite a bit, and “grampa’s house” was like their second home too!
Homer was NOT happy in his new so called home. the people there didn’t pay much attention to him, and even pretty much mostly forgot about him. some days they forgot to feed him, or would shoo him away rather then pet and adore him. his only respite was when his real family visited which was never long enuff!
spring came and Homer began to wonder. he didn’t like where he’d been “forced” now to live and it was very apparent that they didn’t really seem to want him there either. and then there were the chickens!! all their clucking and crying drove him nutz and on top of it, he was forced outside alot! and this new place wasn’t the nicest place either. alot of the people were not nice or trustworthy, and the little people were kinda wild and scared him. Homer began to become depressed and soon the mats in his fur got worse, his teeth problems got worse, and it was apparent no one cared about him so why should he care about himself? why should he even try? he was tired…if he could just find a nice warm place to curl up and sleep!
one day he came upon an old trailer. it was kinda messy and torn apart, but he could come and go as he wanted and there was even some soft pad places where he could sleep on. food wasn’t abundant but he was away from the chickens, the people who ignored him, the wild little people, and there was also a perfect spot for him to lie in the sun! it also had places where he could hide and stay safe! in this place, at least he could find some peace and with the warmer weather, well it would work.
one day the lady who lived next store happen to notice him sunning himself in his favorite spot. she spoke to him and tried to approach him but no way! he had learned the hard way and away he went to hide! a few days later, while lying in the soft spot, the lady came upon him again and spoke to him. this time tho, she left a can of food and went inside her own trailer. not only was it food, but wet food! YUM! Homer wasted no time in making it history! then, a few days later, the lady left another can of food for him!! YUM! now here was someone he could relate to!
the next day, the people and his former lady came to the trailer and called for him. the little girl was there and she was in tears, but there was no way Homer was going outside! he never wanted to return to that house where he first had to stay! they never paid attention to him, and the chickens were mean, and some days he never even got fed! here the trailer was safe and the neighbor lady fed him wet food ta boot! not to mention he got to spend every evening in his favorite sun spot! nope! there was no way he was ever going back to that place! and so he hid. and not only for an hour or two but for days…4 days to make sure they were gone!
and then one night the lady was outside with her dog and he heard her. oh how he longed to be adored! and so he ventured out and took a chance at trusting. he softly walked out and uttered a low pitched cry. several cries. she turned with a surprised look on her face, exclaimed that she thought he was long gone, and she gently began to pet him! oh the scratching and the pets!! how he missed that! ohhhhhhhhhhh purrrrrrssssssss! his engine roared!! maybe, just maybe he could trust a person again. how he missed that!
the next night the lady appeared again, and this time not only did she feed him canned food, but some tuna too! oh he was hungry and he knew he had her wrapped around his big fat paw!! the hours passed and soon it was dark. Home was lonely. he remembered what it was again like to be worshipped by a human. the lady was going in and out of her trailer, and so he ventured back out and began crying. the lady seemed perplexed and at a loss as what to do. he cried louder and could feel the lady’s anxiety increase. it was so easy, just come get me! he cried! and finally the lady caved and picked him up. she hugged him, and stroked his head. ohhh it was so niicce! she held him firmly and made her way up the little porch stairs. she let go of him with one hand, and opened the outer door, which made a loud creaking noise. wait! that noise! the same kind of noise that the door at that bad place made! Homer panicked. oh no! not that!! fear shot threw him and he jumped, but the lady held him firmly in place. she pet and soothed him as she stepped into the trailer. down the hall she made with him and into a little room.
the room smelled different and yet a little familiar. it was similar to rooms in other houses he’d been, including the ones where he lived with his real family he once had. there was a box with litter on the floor, and a bed. a bowl of water was also provided. there were also other cats in the house, and Homer felt very uncertain and scared!!! he began to howl loudly in pleading bouts. his anxiety grew, and once again he was scared and stressed! the lady petted and soothed as she closed the door. she placed him on the floor and he could smell the other kitties via the door gap. she continued to pet him; sooth him, but he was still uncertain. what was to happen to him now?
the lady gently moved him to the bed and stepped out of the room. Homer’s anxiety grew again and he mewed a bit in attempts to comfort himself. he eventually wore himself out and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
morning came and he sensed stirrings in the house. he cried and heard the lady’s voice in response attempting to sooth him, but she didn’t visit or enter the room at all. oh no! what had he gotten himself into now?!! there were plenty of comings and goings of which he was not sure, and Homer periodically would attempt to “call” the lady to his attention and to get her to come into his room. he was scared, and sought comfort in the nitch between some porcelain thing and a nook in a corner. the walls were some comfort but his anxiety didn’t completely abate!
suddenly the door opened and Homer found himself picked up and carried out by the lady. she headed down the hall with him in her arms, petting him and scratching his neck. she then opened the outside door and before Homer knew it, he was in the arms of someone…wait that smell..he knew that smell! it was her! his lady!! she was back! Homer thrust his head into the nook of her arm! he couldn’t believe it! the lady…his lady…held him close and not letting him go! oh it was her!! she had come back! she pet him and spoke softly to him attempting to calm and comfort him. it was her!! he couldn’t believe it, but was it forever now? oh how he hoped!! it had been so long!!
the lady spoke some words to the other and carried him back to a car. in they climbed; Homer in her arms and he knew that he was headed home: real home!
**this is just my interpretation of what maybe Catsanova, really Homer, may have felt. i can honestly say that the vibe that i felt from Homer’s real mom was completely different then what i felt with her boyfriend and his family last night, and it is for that reason that i knew in my heart that she was home for him. his real family. the lady told me about her and her little girl and how worried they were about him, we shared some of our “recent” war stories and struggles and i also spoke to her about his overall well being and referred her to a groomer in the town where she lives who would probably help her with his matted coat on the cheap. this lady had been Homer’s family since he was a kitten. he was now about 9 years and so i knew…felt it in my bones..that this was where he belonged. i am so glad he’s home. before she left, she stated “oh Homer, i’m never letting you outside ever again! you are coming home!” despite her boyfriend who was attempting to talk her into leaving him with me. there was absolutely no question as to who was the final decision maker in this situation. “you have no idea how happy you have just made my little girl” she said. “she has been completely heartbroken. thank you!” she hugged Homer closer to her as she pushed her way past her boyfriend and down the steps. a few minutes later, away she went with Homer in her car. and for me, for a few minutes at least, everything in the world was ok! i knew i had done right by Catsanova!