Blacky, the one-ear - Luise Hakasi - ebook

Blacky, the one-ear ebook

Luise Hakasi

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Give an animal your heart and you get it back a thousand times. Animals enrich our lives. A conclusion, a thought-provoking impulse to look around in an animal shelter or maybe even take a little animal from the street; there are so many... perhaps on the way to a long friendship with deep gratitude. Our cat family has grown slowly but surely; all received animals originate exclusively from a shelter or from the street. We just have a big heart...None of these animals we want to miss. They are a wonderful part of our lives. Although they do not really "talk", however, they constantly communicate with us; even if we do not always understand ...Unfortunately, one is repeatedly confronted with moments in which you doubt the humanity. As on the day on which this little black, fluffy tomcat stood outside our front door with a cut-off, bleeding ear ...The rest of the story "Blacky" better tells himself.

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Luise Hakasi

Blacky, the one-ear

Only just a black cat?

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Foreword

Give an animal your heart and you get it back a thousand times. Animals enrich our lives. A conclusion, a thought-provoking impulse to look around in an animal shelter or maybe even take a little animal from the street; there are so many ... perhaps on the way to a long friendship with deep gratitude. Our cat family has grown slowly but surely; all received animals originate exclusively from a shelter or from the street. We just have a big heart...

 

None of these animals we want to miss. They are a wonderful part of our lives. Although they do not really "talk”, however, they constantly communicate with us; even if we do not always understand...

 

Unfortunately, one is repeatedly confronted with moments in which you doubt the humanity. As on the day on which this little black, fluffy tomcat stood outside our front door with a cut-off, bleeding ear...

 

The rest of the story "Blacky" better tells himself.

 

Blacky tells:

 

I was born in one of these cottages close to the beach after my mom had an affair with this thick black tomcat from the grocery store. Shortly thereafter, Mom noticed then that she had kittens in her belly and she felt somewhat queasy. Because she did not know how she would feed us. Actually, she has no real home, because the house where she lives, belongs to people from the city, which only come from time to time, only every few weeks. But Mom has always remained there, because there was a large covered patio with some hiding places and a large garden.

 

Food was probably sometimes scarce. Well, if the people were there, there was always moderately food. But when they departed again, Mama always had to look for food on the street. In the garbage cans and so on. Sometimes she went to hunt mice, sometimes good people put some food for her. But she was anxious, she had too many bad experiences and therefore she went no longer into the houses of people. In winter, when the homeowners did not come, she was often quite emaciated.

 

We are a total of five: three boys and two girls. Mom gave birth to us very quickly, we were not her first litter, so she knew already very well what to do. Having birth is somehow tiring; I went asleep then right after. Mama has licked me beautifully and let me drink a little milk and then I fell asleep. She often left us alone and was not there when I woke up. Then I always got really scared. What would we do if she would not come back? But she always came back, with a mouse, a beetle, a fish, a slice of ham or bread. When I opened my eyes for the first time after a few days, I could see how beautiful she really is: She has very soft, shiny, bright fur, almost beige and beautiful blue eyes.

 

And then the people came back to visit. This time there were quite a few, said Mom. Loud children were also there, popping with balloons and shouting loudly, so it hurt me terrible in my little ears. Mom finally thought the whole things quite uncomfortable, after the children had discovered us, wanted to toss us around just to play. No one wanted to take us home with them. The adults said only: For God's sake, five pieces! They have taken then my smallest sister, who has exactly the same color as my mom, beige with blue eyes. Nobody wanted us, the rest. They said: Black, I do not want black, which brings bad luck. Mom thought it was better to bring us somewhere else, to a safer location. Therefore, she dragged us one by one, a few streets away on an empty plot of land with a high wall. When she grabbed me by the neck with her mouth, I stayed quiet as a mouse and did not fidget. Finally, she then dropped me off, licked me and disappeared again, to pick up the others. We were then at least all together again. Sometimes Mom still came to visit us; I'm still longing for her ...

 

Four abandoned, black kittens

 Oops, what was that just now, among the flowers and wooden crates? There is something ... a mouse, a rat? It rustles. So I rather go see it. I just see a pale Siamese cat scuttle off in a hurry and two little black kittens trying clumsily to follow her, but they cannot make it because the mother cat jumped nimbly over the wall. The two little ones creep back the flowers and between the boxes and now I see that there are three, no, four! The mother cat has towed four black kittens here, two with a smooth fur and two fluffy, thickly padded midgets.  

 

I have already seen this Siamese cat several times here. She seems to live some streets further. Unfortunately her owner has probably "forgotten" to castrate her...

 

So, what are we going to do now with all these little kittens? The cat mom has not returned and the little miaows hungrily. At the slightest noise, and the slightest movement, all flit away immediately and hide. No chance to grab one of them.

 

 

So I get a bit of cat food from my kitchen (Had I incidentally mentioned that we already have three queens?) and throw it on the floor. Plagued by hunger, the little cats dare slowly forward, one after another, and start eating greedily. I put as well a bowl of water outside. Lets see if the cat mom will come  tomorrow. The little ones seem to be just a few weeks old.