“Your cat has been sneaking into my basement and pooping on my towels,” Ms. V complained. “If I can ever catch her, I’m going to call the Humane Society to come and get her.”
Well, there really wasn’t any point in protesting that kind of logic. Karl wholeheartedly sympathized with Ms. V’s predicament. He wouldn’t hesitate to euthanize any animal leaving stinkies in his house, either. What we didn’t understand right away was how our little Buster was getting into her basement.
“I open to door to let in some fresh air and sunlight for my plants, you see,” Ms. V explained. “And your cat will come in and lay on the bed and poop on the rug. It scares me to death — she’s so skittish and wild-looking. How does your cat even know where my house is?”
“Well, cats just wander around the neighborhood,” Karl said. “I assure you she’s had her shots and she’s harmless. I’m very sorry and we’ll see to it that Buster doesn’t bother you anymore.”
Ms. V drove away leaving a very sad 12-year-old girl in her wake.
Hannah has loved Buster from the moment that cat was born. It sure was the cutest kitten (the middle one) in the litter.
Below is a more recent picture of Buster enjoying a little scratching behind her ear.
We decided the best thing to do would be to send Buster to the country. Hannah’s best friend lives at least 20 minutes outside of town, and her grandfather (who lives nearby) agreed to let Buster live in his barn in exchange for her skills hunting mice and other vermin. I think it will be perfect for the cat.
Ms. V will be relieved.
Hannah’s heart, however, is breaking over having to say goodbye to her first pet. She takes some small consolation in knowing that Buster will be safe and happy (free to poop anywhere she likes!) and that she can visit her any time. But she is really going to miss her furry friend.