rss feedWendy the Cat – An Introduction
This bi-weekly blog post will follow the adventures (and quiet musings) of Wendy the Cat. At fourteen pounds, she is slightly overweight but trying to make healthier choices. I found her at the Maryland SPCA, when I asked the volunteers to recommend a cat whose personality was firmly developed. As a “torbi,” a combination of a tortoiseshell and a tabby, Wendy possesses a rather unique coloring; her fur is orange and black and white arranged in odd patterns with an occasional discernible stripe. She is white-stomached and white-pawed. She is stoical, unfazed, but chases things when she thinks she has no witnesses. When she walks, she sways like a gypsy caravan.
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When I first took her home, I opened the window so that she could experience the world. I didn’t have screens, so I had to hold her the whole time to keep her from going on the roof. I feel that all creatures should be exposed to fresh air. This includes both me and the cat. The poor cat. She was all excited. But now that she knows there’s something out there past the glass, she keeps trying to escape. She’ll push at the window handle with her face. And a few weeks after that, she figured out that the front door of my apartment leads to another new place, and so she keeps trying to run out. She hides behind the door or covertly under a chair and then darts at my legs in an attempt to get past. Forgive me for getting philosophical about this, but I wonder if she has a concept of when the doors will stop – does she know that once she’s through the apartment door, she’s still indoors (in the building) and that there’s another door, and then once she’s out that door, does she know there are no more doors? She doesn’t – I mean, because if I had never shown her that the window or door could open, she wouldn’t have known, and would have stayed contentedly indoors forever.
