So here I am in an awful dilemma. I have decided against everyones wishes to save Ms Bojangles. I don't know why I fell for her, she was in an awful predicament when I got here.She appeared while Mr Bojangles was playing from my friends retro Bob Dylan album . When I first saw her i thought she was crying because she had a closed eye that was all infected and was leaking something nasty, so I have been giving her medicated eye drops and that have had an immediate affect. She was also skinny and dirty and and was always scratching herself. The owner and cleaning lady always chased her away and lord knows there are plenty of cats in fine form that are quite willing to be taken care of or befriended.
Plus the owners cat has the run of the place. This is Capeash dominating the entire grounds from up and above.To me it just seemed so likely that Ms Bojangles would have come to a horrible end if I hadn't come along. Capeash has kept his distance and not attacked her once he understood what was going on. That took only one day.
I don't know how it actually happened but I am suspecting that I was influenced by a previous post, in my cats images, stating there were not any tuxedo ? style cats present and this made me all the more likely to help her.
So for a week now, I have made it clear to her that she has lives secretly on my back window sill. The owner would be extremely upset with me at fostering this relationship. So she sits there all day and waits for the scraps that I can easily pass to her out the window. On the first day of her hanging out there, the Cleaning Lady
What is all that sound about ? My cleaning lady expresses to me.
spotted her and chased her away with a broom. It was only later when she came to investigate all the wierd sounds coming from my computer from editing , that I showed her the new movie I was working on called "Pistachios Dream of Cats" She actually had a good chuckle because the film is about Pinnochios cousin Pistachio in Istanbul looking for Cats. Her attitude changed from that point on understanding my position.
Now she gives me a wink when she returns from out back letting me know Ms Bojanges is alright. Below is a still from my Movie.
Pistachio remembering his Mom being taken away on a Junk Cart.
So the cat is smart and hangs out all day on my back kitchen window sill. I have been feeding her secretly of my own personal stash of food. Some cheeses , some left over chicken fats and milk. She also eats fresh bread quite frantically much to my surprise,and even the chick peas are alright for her.Two days ago she wolfs down my partners delicious chicken curry as well.
Upon giving her her last eye treatment I realize she has all these scabs under her neck that she is scratching raw in a few spots. I don't know what the heck it is and how she got them. I am concerned and slather her entire neck with polysporin ointment. That night my hands felt all itchy and I fear I have contracted something from her. I am upset with myself as how I could do this and possibly contaminate me and my fellow friends here. The next day I go to the local mountain and climb to the top and make all these stone sculptures trying to placate myself.
Making these sculptures seems to work. According to ancient Greek mythology when one build stone sculptures or makes a cairn one leaves behind all that is worrisome and troubling. The next day I am relieved I have not contracted anything dangerous my hands are fine and i continue treating and caring for her.
Over time Ms Bojangles started to speak to me and it breaks my heart . Now, I love cats that talk and this triggers more emotions .Then the food I was giving her got a lot better. We were grilling these fish called Humpsie a very oilly fish and I managed to sneak a lot off to her, knowing the oils would be good for her. Then I actually went out and bought some expensive cat food with vitamens . Now I make her a milk soup with the cat food with tumeric mixed in for good measure.
The amazing thing is she is not a dirty cat at all. The last five days all she does is clean herself. She is so meticulous about it as well. Occasionally she acts very playful and curls around my feet. She has developed another personality that was not there before. I marvel at how human cats can be unlike many other animals. They are the ultimate creature as far as I can tell.
Well, today I can say Ms Bojangles is clearly on the road to recovery. I am quite pleased to see her with her new personality and how she guards my porch and never strays very far. She is always greeting me with a soft cry and other amusing calls as the moment calls for. I will soon buy her her a parasite collar. Thats what they call a flea collar here. I shall continue with the Polysporin around her neck and the scabs are falling off and she trusts me completely now when I apply that ointment. I wonder what will happen to her after I am gone in another month but hopefully she will have gained new respect with her startling clean appearance. I love Ms Bojangles and this will be another affair I will have fond memories of on my Souljourn.
I have grown fond of her details as well. She has one white slipper and a white boot on the front legs and two hip high white socks on the back. She is blessed with a Tux type face and her purr that works wonders for my heart and soul. Live long and prosper Ms Bojangles..... As my mother once told me....Algis you have cat eyes...... so maybe who knows...maybe I will see Ms Bojangles again after all this in Heaven, where cats & people purr together and dream of fine caviars and nurishing friendships.
I just had to share this with Ms Bojangles as soon as it came out. It is like capturing time in a paradoxically funny situation. .
Inside and Out Ms Bojangles is now the most famous CAT in Bitez.
To commemorate this I climbed back up to the mountain today and made these few more sculptures.