DATED APRIL 2014
Last
year I posted about a stray black and white tom which I started to feed. He was
so skinny I could see his bones and I am not want to stand by and do nothing.
So he started to receive regular meals from myself much to the dislike of Rambo
and Gypsy.
The
stray is what I would describe as a proper street cat, big build, confident
strut and not what you call a cat who does snuggles! He looks like he has been
in a fair few scraps and if you get too close he warns you off with a hiss.
However saying this as his visits have become more regular he welcomes me with
a meow, rubs against my legs and brushes his head against my hands when I’m
feeding him.
He also
has patience and puts up with Rambo and Gypsy who have tried their hardest to
warn him off with hisses etc., Rambo once hissed right in his face and he did
not even flinch, Rambo was not expecting this reaction and did not know what to
do so just backed off looking slightly confused and bewildered. I know if he
did not have this patience Rambo and Gypsy would not come out on top!
With
these regular visits and no one responding on social media sites about him, I
decided it was only right he had a name. I wanted a name to show his street cat
and his wild side because he is definitely not a house cat or domesticated, my
Dad suggested ‘Cochise’ Leader of the Chokonen band of the chiricahua apache of
an uprising that began in 1861. I thought this was perfect so now the stray is
called Cochise. I have been calling him this for awhile and I’m not sure if he
knows his name or just recognises my voice but he does react to it.
Once
the summer season had ended and the weather started turning colder and wetter I
became more concerned about Cochise, I knew I could not bring him in the house
due to Rambo and Gypsy plus that’s just
not Cochise to be in a house so in proper crazy cat lady style I bought a cat
shelter! It’s a plastic shelter with a covering so no rain gets in, windproof
and will not rot unlike wooden ones. I positioned this in the corner of the
garden under some ladders so it is more secluded for him but also gave him a
vantage point as he looked out so he knew what was coming (other cats) and
nothing would come from behind the shelter. I also put some bedding in to make
it super cosy, even street cats surely like to be cosy and warm? Once the
shelter was positioned I just had to wait for Cochise.
Cochise
came around teatime (he knows what time I get in from work) I got him his food
in his bowl and put it outside the shelter. He did not notice the shelter at
first food is way too important, however after his fill he went straight inside
his shelter for a noisy around. He did not stay but I was happy he now knew it
existed and where it was.
For
several months I did not see Cochise in his shelter but I knew someone was
sleeping in it due to the fur and dirt on the bedding. Corchise at this point
was looking a lot happier, healthier and had put weight on, which I was so
pleased about. Cochise and Rambo and Gypsy also seemed to have worked out an ‘understanding’
which resulted in less frequent spats. I’m sure Cochise is also getting looked
after elsewhere as Princes Avenue is populated with cat people, he probably has
an itinerary of who to visit and at what times.
One
afternoon in the autumn with an afternoon off I arrived at home early and was
thrilled to see Cochise asleep in the shelter. He was all snuggled and soon as
he heard me he came out. I only had my iPhone on me so quickly took these two
snaps of him.
Asbo
cat who I featured in a post has not been round since Cochise turned up, they
are both similar size and I think Cochise has won this territory. I still see
Asbo but out the front way where he has claimed his new territory.
6
months on Cochise waits on the back wall which looks into the kitchen to catch
my eye and let me know its feeding time and most mornings when I go out he has
had a night in the shelter and walks around the corner for breakfast. I do feel
in this situation he has domesticated me rather than the other way round. He
does let me stroke him a lot more and likes to sit inside the house in the back
porch, he never comes further. Cochise I think is quite an old cat and is wary
of humans, I enjoy his visits and I am glad I am here to help him to continue
his street cat days, fed, safe and warm.