Our rambunctious, adorable Crosby was a feral who frequented our daughter’s patio and would sit and watch her through the window. One day, when she had her patio door open, he worked up the nerve and wandered into her living room. From there it was a wild ride. She kept him in the bathroom to help him acclimate to the indoors and her other cats. She literally slept in the tub with him more than once, and they had a quick and strong bond. After having explored her place fully, including the fireplace which left him with streaks of soot, he came to live with us a few weeks later. He melted out hearts from the onset.
Having been a feral he wanted….needed….to be outdoors. We put it off as long as we could, and then I worried every time he went out. But he was so much happier outside….and he always came home. A few calls and whistles each night and he would usually be home within a few minutes. Hopping over neighbors fences to shoot through the dog door. Having grown up in the country I had a lot of cats over the years. Aside from the many many live mice, voles, and birds that we had to remove from inside our house and take back to the yard….Crosby was, by far, the best cat.
We knew the risks of allowing him to be outdoors, and I feel awful that we’ve lost him….but my guess would be that he was happily hunting and fully enjoying himself before his accident. He was a character by every definition of the word ….
The mice in the neighborhood can breathe a collective sigh of relief. 😉
A donation was made in Crosby's memory and the memorial was created on December 14, 2018.