Anti Depression Guide

A White Cat For Christmas

Early in the Fall, a skinny, scrawny, white cat showed up in our yard.  She was just about the most pitiful looking cat my husband and I have ever seen.  She was obviously starving and our hearts went out to her……….

My husband, Gary, always complained about the three cats we’ve had during our forty years of marriage.  Two of these consecutive cats lived to approximately 13 years of age and the third is now four years old.  When we lost one cat we would wait a short time and then the kids and I would soon rescue another animal from the local shelter or save a stray in the neighborhood. 

We currently have Ozzie, our black cat.  He is declawed and lives in our home…..ruling our home.  During the past several months, Ozzie and the white cat hissed at each other through the patio doors but Ozzie seemed to enjoy keeping an eye on the white cat.  Gary began to feed her and take her fresh water twice a day.  I was very surprised that he initiated the care and feeding of the white cat. 

Ozzie soon came running to us and meowing when it was time for the white cat to be fed.  He still hissed at her and she hissed back at him, but Ozzie wanted her fed on time!

We began to worry about this white cat when the weather started turning cool.  It can get really cold here in Missouri.  Now, the white cat had filled out and was looking a lot better.  She stayed within our fenced yard most of the time which seemed a bit strange to us at first, but I believe it was her safe haven from other animals.  She had been declawed and dumped!

We decided the next step would be to put her in the garage and apply some medication to kill the many fleas she had.  Gary built her a little house and padded the floor of it with old towels.  He sat it on some cardboard boxes to keep it off the cold concrete floor.  She spends a lot of time in her new little house.  Ozzie often holds conversations with her through the door which leads to the garage.

I started thinking of names for this white cat and have recently been calling her Mandy after one of my favorite Barry Manilow songs from years ago.  It just seems to fit her.  My grandson thinks she looks like a sphinx……probably due to the fact that her head has an unusual shape with a very pointed face. 

Mandy is soon to become our white Christmas cat, joining Ozzie indoors.  We never planned on having more than one cat in the house, but sometimes you just have to reach out and help another living creature in need.  Saving an animal was my act of kindness and I’m so very glad my husband and I have added Mandy to our family.  I sure hope Ozzie will be glad too….. when his new adopted sister begins to share his domain. 

  Mandy