Just minutes ago, a member of my animal pack was taken away. I thought it only fitting to write something quick about the lone cat in a sea of dogs. When I moved into this apartment, it came with an outdoor cat that would not stop trying to get in; a cat who spent my first night here meowing until it went hoarse. Later I heard the whole story - that the cat had belonged to the previous owner, it was an indoor cat, and had gotten out and run away when the owner was in the process of moving. Now the owner was in New Zealand, and the cat had returned. Rumors circulated that friends of the owner were coming to get the cat, but they never showed.
I hardened my heart, having no intention whatsoever to taken in an animal and then worry about it while I was traveling around Tonga and the Pacific. Thus "Cat," the only name I allowed it, remained an outdoor animal was a fairly sad life. Cat displayed no survival instincts whatsoever, despite being surrounded by birds, chickens, geckos, and even lagoon fish that swim right at the surface. the puppies (seven of them) were initially scared and surrendered their food, until the realized the worse Cat would ever do was hiss while they took food from it. And they were quick to figure out how to get up to any high locale where the cat took its food.
That was in March. Fast-forward eight months. Cat is skinny, but apparently now skilled enough to catch slow and defenseless geckos. And today, the friends of the owner arrived to discuss something else with the landlord. They saw Cat, who I know now had been an indoor Persian long hair cat from New Zealand, the product of generations of breeding that had left it with no knowledge or skill about how to stop a month old puppy from taking its sheep ribs. Cat's Tongan adventure has ended, he/she is on to a better life, where it can be fat and happy. The gecko population can thrive once again.
THE TIME AND DATE IN TONGA IS:
12 November 2008
01 November 2008
Arachnophobia, anyone?
Whenever I see one of these very ominous spiders, my reaction is try not to look anxious, keep eye contact, toss him my wallet, and report the incident after I'm safe. I never think "hey, photo op." But an American in Tonga is braver then I, and this photo comes from her blog (thanks). If you don't have a healthy fear of spiders, you probably just haven't met the right one yet.
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