Tales of cats, kittens
Romney’s dog, Seimus, might have ridden on the top of his vacationing van, but my two kittens rode to Columbus in the hub of the wheel cap under my truck! My son helped get them out and they rode back to our Delaware County farm safely in a box in the bed of the truck.
These kittens were born here; however, I have had three cats hitch rides to our farm, one in a pick-up truck and two on a hay wagon. Talk about a hay ride! Others walk or stalk or are dropped off here.
As long as I am talking cats, I have to mention Sarah. Sarah’s “owner,” an older woman afraid she would fall from so many felines at her feet, asked if I wanted one. I scooped up three. While the others played and ate, Sarah lay listless and limp in my hand. The vet cleared her of feline leukemia, but it wasn’t until I gave her some raw liver that she began to come around. She must have been anemic. She is now 12 and still loves liver.
I just buried Phyllis who was at least 20. With her death Charles is the sole survivor of my move up here from Athens County in 1998. And he was seven then. I baby him with better food fed three times a day and a nice combing though he is still an outside cat. I doubt he will live for another winter.
Owning pets insures heartbreak. It is a given. The only way I can live with such reality is to allow them the best life possible while they are with me. Here on our farm we entertain a carnival of cats, some get on the carousel, one way or another, and some get off. Regardless, the music plays on.
Sylvia Zimmerman is the owner of Fulton Creek Jersey Cheese in Richwood. She holds two graduate degrees and, when not working on her farm or pursuing her interest in sustainable agriculture, writes her own blog.