When I saw Octavia on Sunday I mentioned how strange I found it that I have become a go-to person about cats in the neighbourhood. I’m sure I don’t know more than the average cat owner, though my addiction to the various pet programmes on the television has taught me a lot, and living with Cat was an education in itself. When the penny finally dropped that Cat was a permanent fixture rather than a temporary self-invited guest, I borrowed books about cats from the local library, books that are no longer in the collection, read about nutrition, and general cat care. That’s about it.
Octavia reckoned it was because I have been involved in a few cat rescues locally. Funnily enough I had been thinking about Trevor earlier in the day. Then there was Odysseus, Izzy and, of course, Cookie.
Tonight I went round to the Kurdish shop for some bits and pieces and the manager called out to me, and began asking for my advice about Romeo. Do I have some sign above my head, invisible to me, but shining in mile high bright lights to everyone else, something like an aura but brasher? The shop manager definitely knows absolutely nothing about my cat rescue activities. He does know of MasterB as he has seen me with him in the street. But there are about a dozen cat owners around here. Why is asking me?
(For those of you who are mystified about Romeo, I mentioned him a couple of months ago here. He’s a lovely cat but he chases MasterB so he is one of thsoe cats on whom my super soaker is deployed.)
Anyway we had a bit of a chat, I said I did not think Romeo was neutered and asked if he’d been taken to the vet. The manager seemed surprised about the vet. How much does it cost, he asked. Not the most promising question when a cat’s health is at stake. I said I’d give him the number of MasterB’s vet and told him Romeo would need to be vaccinated against things that could kill him.
So tomorrow I’m going round with a range of toys (he’s worried Romeo is not getting enough attention), a brush, a list of things he needs to do – flea treatment, worming, the vet’s number and a list of websites for advice and where he can buy the afore-mentioned flea and worming treatments rather more cheaply than at the surgery. I’ll also ask him if Romeo has a bed.
Bright flashing sign or no, I seem to have accepted my role.