Hi my hot cute girly geeks and boy geeks of course. Let me tell you the story of how Captain Jack Harkness came sashaying into my life.
First, let me explain I’m not talking about the ‘real’ Captain Jack Harkness (although I wouldn’t mind him occupying my house, cuddling up on the couch and claiming a spot in my bed). I’m talking about the furry Captain Jack Harkness.
In February a cat wandered into my backyard. For about a week he kept coming back each day, complaining loudly and keeping my neighbours and myself awake at night. After a week I took pity and because of the bad weather I provided shelter in my shed and started feeding him.
A week later he still came back daily and spend his nights in my shed. I contacted the local animal shelter and someone came by to check if he was chipped. He also got temporary collar with the telephone number on it from the shelter. Actually, funny story, the collar was one of those hospital bands you get with your name on it, and it didn’t fit, I had to attach two together to make a proper fitting collar.
I also made sure he was being listed online as a ‘found’ cat on different websites.
I already named him Jack, as in Captain Jack Harkness, and he seemed to respond to that name. (He wasn’t neutered and a real ladies man.) Jack needed to walk around with the collar for a week to see if he went back to the original owners.
Needless to say, after a week no call and the animal shelter contacted me to pick up Jack. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to say goodbye because they had a limited window of time to pick him up so my mum took care of that while I was on my way home from work.
Jack needed to stay in quarantine for 2 weeks, so again the original owners were able to pick him up and after two weeks if nobody claimed him he would be neutered and put up for adoption.
My mum and I were arguing about possibly adopting Jack and we frequently contacted the animal shelter to check how Jack was doing. The animal Shelter discovered he had gingivitis and they would clean it as soon as he was put under for the neutering.
The last day of those two weeks my mum and I were anxiously waiting until we could call the shelter to check how his operation had gone until… the shelter contacted me. The original owners picked him up and took him home, with no other plans made to get him neutered or to fix his gums.
I mean, your cat is away from home for over 5 weeks and after 5 weeks you decide it’s time to go look for him? And you let a cat of 3 years old wander outside without being neutered? Even the people of the animal shelter were very disappointed because they figured out Jack was a really sweet cat and they can’t do anything if the original owners claim him. They even advised me that if Jack showed up at my house again I might call the animal police and report the original owners as neglect.
So, on good Friday we learned his was being picked up by his original owners and guess who came back at Easter Sunday? Yep, Jack came back home, still not neutered. I was trying to give the original owners a chance so I didn’t feed him or provided him shelter. After a couple of days where Jack kept coming back I caved again and started feeding him.
I called the animal shelter again and explained the story, they would give my contact info to the original owners so I could talk to them.
After a couple of days, I got a call from the original owners and explained what happened, that Jack was in my garden again and it was important that if they wanted to pick him up and take him to the vet I would do my best to help them. I also asked them if they might want to put Jack up for adoption. The owners would think about it and call me back.
Another week gone and I slowly tried to integrate Jack into my home, keeping him inside for a couple of hours at a time and feeding and cuddling him. Oh and the owners didn’t call me. So I tried to call them, left messages and finally I got someone on the phone. Explained again I wanted to adopt him and get him to a vet asap!
They would call me after the weekend with a decision, yeah right! Another week had gone by and finally the original owners decided to give him to me. I made sure I had some papers for them to sign to officially give Jack to me.
A couple of days after they signed I kept Jack inside and he was finally taken to the vet. Oh and I called the animal shelter to tell them the good news. They were equally happy! He already got his annual shots at the shelter so that would save me a bit of cash.
Jack was taken to the vet to get neutered, chipped and checked for kidney problems and cat aids. He came clean!
We decided to take Jack to my mum for a couple of weeks so he had the chance to heal properly and to get rid of all the scabs he got from fighting all the time outside.
Last week he finally came home and is one happy and purring cat (which he didn’t do the first couple of weeks.) James, my other cat tolerates him and hopefully they will get along in the end.
And that is the story about how Captain Jack Harkness came sashaying into my life.
He sheds like crazy and I’m constantly covered in his sticky hairs (James’ hairs don’t stick a lot) eats like crazy, makes a mess of my house, covering it in cat litter but when he comes for a cuddle I totally melt.
I never planned to get a second cat, but this one choose me and what more can I say? I am now the proud owner of Sir James and Captain Jack Harkness, or is it the other way round?
Love, your own hot cute girly geek, Mendy.