Upstairs kitty a.k.a. Kit-Kat a.k.a. the Prisoner was returned to the wild last night.
It was time. We had kept her in captivity for so long that something had to give. She warmed up to me, but still barely tolerated Brad. And, it was clear after a few encounters that our kids (i.e., our two 8-year old Bengals) were not going to welcome her into our home.
For weeks now, I’ve known this day was coming. In fact, I knew from the day we first captured her not to get attached (hence, the lack of a ‘real’ name). We were only keeping her long enough to have her spayed, get her healthy, and then return her to her ‘normal’ life.
Still, it made me a little sad to let her go. And, even more sad not to have my morning ritual of feeding and loving on her when I returned from my run.
I wish I knew what she was thinking.
Is she glad to be back outside? She has friends out there. She lived there quite contentedly for nearly two years until we trapped her, held her hostage in our garage, and then kept her locked upstairs.
Is she wondering what she did wrong to get kicked out of the warm house with people who rubbed on her? She seemed to like the pettins, but it must have been lonely up there because we kept finding her playing with her own dried up poo.
While this chapter may be over, the book is far from closed. We will continue feeding her (and her closest friends). We will keep an eye out for her to make sure she stays healthy. Being the sucker that I am, we most likely will set up a warm place for her to sleep this Winter. And, if she comes around, on her own terms this time, we will happily bring her back into the house.
Lesson Learned :: We will be vigilant about capturing any litter of kittens we see in the neighborhood so that we can find them good homes before the become forever feral.
P.S. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you can catch up on our adventures in Cat Charming here.