I wish I could understand my cats. I think there are many people who understand them. I started out with pets, with a stray cat that his mother left at my house for me to take care of. That beautiful white cat, Copito, was very intelligent and learned a lot from the stray cats.
He died a few years ago from kidney failure. Unfortunately, he suffered from hunger and always wanted to eat. So he would eat at home and then go out to eat on the street. He spent the day going back and forth from the house to the street, and at night he stayed outside.
We kept a second cat, Meme. Meme learned some things from the older cat, and now he is a cat without a guide. He only wants to eat kibble. He smells meat and gets excited so that I will give him a piece of meat, chicken, or fish. I throw it to him. He goes to it, smells it, gags, and leaves, cleaning his whiskers as if he had already eaten.
He always does this; there's no way he'll eat it. Instead, he goes out into the garden and catches a lizard or a mouse and brings it into the house to eat it. I've tried to teach him not to bring animals into the house, but I can't seem to find the key to success.
The vet recommended a special brand of kibble for him, and he's doing very well on it.
My Meme was used to climbing onto the roof for a while and then coming back down. There was a cat much bigger than him who had taken over my roof, so when Meme found him, he would run to the edge of the roof, but then he couldn't get down.
The last time that happened, I found him panting on top of the air conditioning cover, trying to get down, but the big cat wouldn't let him. I scared the cat away by throwing water on the roof. Of course, when cats see or hear the sound of water, they run away in the opposite direction.
Meme didn't want to go up on the roof anymore, until last week. I don't know how he did it, because there are many obstacles in the way. Precisely so that he can't climb up. His feline instinct told him how to climb up, but not how to get down.
He spent the whole day on the roof, and we heard him meowing. When I woke up, I couldn't find him. My son let him out for a while, as we do every day, but that day, he was hiking and climbed onto the roof.
Someone saw him on the roof, but Meme wouldn't come down. We asked the neighbors, but no one had seen him. My son was already worried about his absence, because it was noon and Meme hadn't come down to eat. I was saddened as the hours passed and there wasn't even a meow.
At 6 p.m., he meowed again, and we heard him. My son went to the other end of the roof, called him, and he poked his head out with a little meow, which is what he usually does.
We called him and showed him food and open arms, but nothing made him come to us. He was afraid.
We called a friend to get a ladder, and my son climbed a few steps to see him. Meme got scared and went further away. My son, for the first time in his life, climbed a ladder, then onto the roof of the house, and called the cat several times. Until Meme quietly approached my son, and he picked him up.
He handed him to me, I hugged him, and then I gave him to the boy who helps us in the garden. He took him into the house and then came to our aid.
My son didn't know how to climb down the ladder, and I couldn't climb down for fear of falling. I'm overweight and don't have very good control over certain movements at heights. All this mess is because of my cat's crazy antics.
My son and I were able to do everything right, with the help of the boy who helps us at home. The next day, our Meme was punished for a week without being able to go out into the garden. After that, we allowed him to return to the garden for short periods of time, and when we weren't watching him, do you know what he did? He climbed back up and left again.
No more. I told my son again that I won't do it. When he wants to come back, he can come back. In the afternoon, after spending the whole day on the roof of the house, my son went out for the umpteenth time to call him. That's when he looked up and saw him climbing down a place we had covered with cardboard, so he couldn't get through. He did it, like a snake bending its body to squeeze through the bars of the nearby fence.
We covered it up again, and now he's grounded once more. I don't know how to tell him not to climb onto the roof. The big cat is gone; the family that owned it left and took it with them. So Meme feels free to climb up and come home as if nothing had happened.
He is our spoiled cat, very intelligent, independent, very affectionate when he wants to be, but without being clingy. He gives affection in proportion. He doesn't like to be touched too much; just when he gets his dose of affection, he gets up and then throws himself a little further away, grooming himself, as if he has been dirtied by the affection we give him. That's how he is. We love him.
He's a house cat, and when he gets into a fight, he fights instinctively, but he ends up all cut up and without any fur. Since we don't have children at home, we have this beloved pet, who keeps us on our toes. This is my Meme.
Mene had you in a difficult situation! Cats will always find their ways down, don't worry about him
What happens is that we are afraid of losing Meme too. Copito's death always hurts. This kitten worries us a lot.
I told my son that I don't think I'll continue to pursue Meme's antics, because it affects me a lot. I'm going to leave him alone and let him see how he resolves his craziness.
Thanks for your advice, they are always well received.
Meme sounds like such a clever and adventurous cat, full of personality. Amazing how they always find their own way, even when we try to stop them.
Sometimes I think just the opposite. That it is a cat that acts by instinct, not by intelligence.
Why do you try to go to a place where they chase you, harass you, hurt you, and in some cases you cannot get off the roof? I don't know.
I have seen many stray cats, the sad thing is that people have pets, these have babies, and since they cannot take care of them they get rid of them, I think that this could be avoided simply with a sterilization operation, but human beings sometimes do not think
I don't think it's something to think about, it's something that we don't want to be responsible for. There is no responsibility as parents, you have children and you leave them free, whether in the care of a person or not, I don't know and you are not interested in knowing what a child of yours is doing that you don't support or see often?
The same thing happens with animals, we have no responsibility for their actions or their lives.
This would be the phrase that those irresponsible pet owners would say: "We have the cats, because they eat the mice, from there I have no more responsibility, let them provide for themselves."
It's sad how they throw them out onto the streets and not even the laws can take care of them.