Thursday, December 02, 2004

 
Every morning it's the same old thing: Bob jumps out of bed and looks out the window to check if the notorious Calico Cat is hiding in the bushes. We have a birdfeeder hanging from a branch of our magnificent mimosa tree where hundreds of birds gather for their morning breakfast. This Calico Cat (real name of Gypsy) likes to lie in the bushes awaiting a bird breakfast of his own. Since Bob is fiercely protective of every bird, he likes to chase the Calico Cat away. This has become a game between the two of them, and since they are both equally persistent, it will probably remain so. Somedays the Calico Cat sneaks back later hoping to outwit Bob who monitors the safety of the birds from the window. I get a good morning laugh out of this.

Our own cat, Anela, used to be the guardian of HER birds at one time. Now she's bored with doing that job, and she has delegated this job to Bob. Cats are very smart at making humans their slaves. Anela doesn't care to stalk the morning birds as they feed (I speculate) because she has witnessed how much we love the birds. For twelve years, we have been feeding these adorable Indonesian Sparrows wild-bird seed, and their population has grown. There are a few cardinals and other birds thrown in for contrast, but the masses of birds that crowd around the birdfeeder and perched in the tree are Indonesian Sparrows. Their population has grown perhaps, or else they have told their friends that this is where the good chow is. No other cat (except for the Calico Cat) in our neighborhood dares to stalk these birds...perhaps Anela put the word out many years ago to back off? Anela has seniority in this neighborhood for she is a middle-aged cat who is still in super shape.

In every home on our street there is a cat or dog, and in some there are both plus other beings like pet rats, etc. Dogs race merrily up and down the street...poi dogs they are called, local mutt dogs. We do have one purebred Maltese living across the street from us who is generally on a leash, an exception. The cats likewise run around without collars or nametags, but every neighbor knows which cat belongs to which neighbor. For a period of time, we had an animal hater who threw paraquat poison with meat wrapped around it on the streets in our neighborhood, and many unsuspecting cats and dogs took the bait and died a painful death. The Humane Society still has a huge reward out for the identity of this person.

I called an animal psychic to find out who this might be (after my other cat Blu died this way), and I needed to know what motivated this sicko. The psychic told me why this person was doing this (sacrificing to demons), but he was unable to give me a telephone number or address of the perpetrator. Something has changed however, because this year (thus far, knock on wood), no incidents have happened as they used to regularly once a year for the last 15 years. I am grateful that the energies have changed in this regard, because I really enjoy the freedom the animals have around here, plus they bring much joy to our neighborhood.

Our cat Anela (Angel in Hawaiian) has her own cat door and a really good life. She has lived in this same house since she was a tiny baby, a feral cat that I adopted... arranged by a friend who volunteered at that Cat House in the Maui Humane Society.

I was still grieving over Lucky, my former cat, who liked to push his luck until one day his luck ran out. I'm serious...this cat really pushed it. He was the only cat I've ever seen who would take a nap in the middle of the road. He must have had a death wish. He was given a very elaborate Egyptian burial in our backyard attended by all my friends who had loved that crazy cat.

Cats come and go on Maui, but they have many bodies to incarnate into should they choose to be a cat again, for there is a large feral cat population on Maui. Various organizations have a capture program where they catch them, neuter them and then release them again in an effort to keep the cat population under control. The feral cats have lots of yummy things to eat over here in the wild, so they manage pretty good. They have a major feral cat hang-out in Iao Valley.

I was told by the animal psychic that Blu (my cat who had been poisoned) decided he would rather be a horse the next time around, so he incarnated as a white mare upcountry. I like to imagine him peacefully grazing upon the emerald grass and enjoying a very peaceful existence. He deserves la dolce vita, for he had been a exceptional highly evolved cat.
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