Mama Cat

We inherited Mama Cat about four years ago. Our neighbor had to move to a small apartment and had two other cats she was taking with her, but couldn’t take three. Mama roamed the neighborhood at will and was a frequent overnight guest at our barn, so Cathy said we’d look out for her.

Mama Cat, real name “Nutmeg”, roamed the neighborhood for years. Several people around the area knew her. Early on, she was always shy. You might catch a glimpse of her, and then she was gone. While she was “indoor/outdoor”, I think she was really more of an outdoor cat, who went home to eat occasionally. Of course, she also stopped at several barns/homes in the neighborhood for snacks. Cats, like raccoons, seem to inherently know where there’s a free meal.

When Laura, her owner, had to move, I think she was relieved that Cath said she would keep an eye out for her. Laura’s life had become complicated, and this was one less thing she needed to worry about. After Laura left, we started seeing Nutmeg a bit more, although she was still shy and evasive.

Mama Cat – Also Known as Nutmeg.

At the time, we had two barn cats of our own – Stan and Ollie. Nutmeg started hanging out and generally got along with our two. Then another neighbor’s “Indoor/outdoor” black cat started coming by the barn. He was an unfixed male and wasn’t quite as nice and started chasing our cats away. We didn’t see Mama as much over that time. After about a year the black cat disappeared and we didn’t see him again. We always assumed a fox or coyote caught him at some point.

Cathy followed through on her promise to Laura and we did keep an eye out for Nutmeg. Cath is something of an animal soothsayer and slowly gained Mama’s trust. She was eventually able to pet her and take her to the vet’s office for annual shots. Mama also warmed to me and I too was lucky enough to occasionally pet her. More importantly, for the past couple of years when it turned frigid, we were able to put her in the feed room at night and provided her some heat in a small space. We kept Stan and Ollie in the tack room on those same nights. It’s funny – they were all outdoor barn cats but smart enough to know/learn there was an advantage to being scooped up in the evening and put in a room. They learned to wait around for it, although they were always eager to get out the next morning.

Mama became a regular at the barn and started showing up routinely at mealtimes in the morning and evening over the past year. She’d bound out of wherever she was sleeping in the hay, and report promptly for her meals. She had her own bowl by now, so the cats could all eat at the same time, with no one waiting in line. You would think they were starving with as much as they all ate, but when you picked them up, it was obvious none of them missed many meals.

Mama Cat Doesn’t Miss Many Meals.

Over the past couple of months, Cathy noticed a growing red spot on one of her toes. At first, she thought it was an abscess. Mama wouldn’t let us touch it or examine it closely. Eventually we took her to the vet a couple of weeks ago to have it treated. Unfortunately, it turned out to be an auto-immune disease, and while treatable, there is no cure. It’s not fatal, but puts her at greater risk and she will probably die sooner rather than later. The doctor treated it some and we obtained medicine and brought her home.

Since then, Mama Cat has been extra friendly. She waits to be petted and gives an occasional headbutt. Her purrs are noticeably louder as you scratch her, or she rubs up against you. She doesn’t leave the hay much, and you see her throughout the day if you are at the barn. I’ll be honest, I don’t know if she is thankful we took her to the vet, or her end is approaching and she’s just more comfortable hanging out in the hay. I suspect the latter, although I have no real reason to say it.

I feel lucky Mama Cat is a part of our life here at Rohan Farm. She’s been a project, there’s no doubt about it. At eleven years old, she’s also lived life on her terms. Her friendliness over the past couple of years warms me and I look forward to seeing her every morning when I go to the barn to feed the horses. It may be my imagination, but I think she looks forward to seeing me as well.