The Invisable Rare Fine Malise Cat
by Julie
( Alhambra Il.USA )
Freya
My first experience with a feral cat was in 1963. I was four. My parents bought some land and we lived in a basement while they were building the house. One day while visiting an elderly neighbor, I was asked if I wanted a rare "fine maltise cat".
Mr. Eddie disappeared for a few minutes and when he returned he told my father he had placed the cat in the trunk of our car.
We found this odd but Mr. Eddie was eccentric at best. When we got home we opened the trunk and took the gunny sack in then we opened the bag. The cat took off and hid. It was invisible!
My mother had a few restless nights. My Grandmother told her it would steal the babies breath and give us all rabies!
Mother sat out food and water for it every night; which it ate. She put out a litter box which it used. They never saw the cat. No one knew we had a cat...except for me. It slept on my feet. It disappeared pre-dawn.
One summer day my mother opened up all the windows and doors and gave us all pots and pans and metal spoons and said "kids make as much noise as you can!".
After a few minutes "cat" bolted up the basement stairs and disappeared into the woods, never to be seen again.
I am submitting a picture of Freya. She has little tuffs on her ears like a Bob cat. i think she may be part Bombay?
Julie
