Three weeks ago we adopted a really cute cat from the Cat Man at the Templeton Farmer's Market. We were looking for a mouser for the Bed and Breakfast. Our B&B is a converted barn with a red tin roof and is very charming. It also is in the country, along side a creek so mice are often unpaying and unwelcome guests.
The Cat Man suggested a mature cat named Patience. We immediately changed her name to Tux because she is Black and White and looks like she is donned in formal wear. He recommended we confine her for the first 4-5 days and feed her so she knows this is now home. We kept her in the barn as instructed and only could catch a glimpse of her as she would hide. In fact, if it wasn't for the litter box and empty food bowl, you would not have any clue a cat had moved in. We started leaving the door ajar so she could roam and again the only evidence was left in the litter box. One night, Dave found her on the balcony of the upstairs room. She startled, jumped on the tin roof, slide down and vanished in the night. That was the last we saw her.
Then the phantom cat started haunting us. Late one night we heard the unmistakened guttural growl. Ever since, the only time Tux shows up is at night. She'll meow and cry but remains too illusive to capture. Our good friend Peter is staying in the Creekside room and has offered to open the door and entice her in since she was meowing outside his window. He almost convinced her last night but she just could not cross the threshold. Maybe tonight we will have a can of tuna at the ready.
As soon as we catch her, we are going to trade her in on kittens that hopefully will be more approachable.
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