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Misserne
The Pussies
Jeg bor tæt ved et sommerhusområde ved Sunds Sø, og begrebet sommerhuskatte er også her et årligt tilbagevendende problem. Tankeløse mennesker, der anskaffer sig et levende legetøj til børnene eller sig selv, og så efterlader dyrene, når sæsonen er forbi, enten fordi de bor i lejlighed, hvor man ikke må holde dyr, eller bare fordi de ikke gider at have kat, når dagligdagen igen melder sig. Disse katte går en kummerlig skæbne i møde, for domesticerede killinger kan man ikke bare overlade til at klare sig selv. Inden vinteren er omme, er de fleste sommerhuskatte derfor døde, enten af kulde eller af sult.
I live near a summer cottage area by Lake Sunds, and summer cottage cats are a continous problem each summer here. Thoughtless people get cats as living toys for their kids, and when the summer vacation is over, they leave the summer cottages and leave the cats alone, either because they live in appartments where cats are not allowed or just because they don´t give a damn what happens to the cats afterwards. These cats have no big chance to survive, because domesticated kittens can´t survive by their own. Before the winter is over, most of these summer cottage cats are dead, either from cold or starvation.
En septemberdag i 1994 fik jeg øje på en stakkels, radmager kattekilling, der holdt til ved skraldecontainerne, der hvor jeg bor. Der var desværre ingen tvivl - det var en sommerhuskattekilling. I de følgende dage så jeg den, hver gang jeg gik ned med skrald. Den blev tyndere og tyndere for hver dag. Det er en stor beslutning at tage en kattekilling til sig, for den har krav på pasning og pleje mange år ud i fremtiden; men efter 5 - 6 dage havde jeg besluttet mig, og jeg tog killingen med hjem. Og så var det ellers afsted hen til den lokale Superbrugsen efter killingefoder og kattetoilet. Da killingen havde spist, rullede den sig sammen i sofaen og sov i 24 timer. Da den vågnede, gik den i bakken og sked, så ud til maden og ind i stuen igen til en ny 24 timers skraber. Derefter havde jeg fornøjelsen af en sjov, nysgerrig og kælen kattekilling, der hurtigt tog på i vægt. Egentlig skulle den have heddet Mylord, men da det viste sig at være en pigemis, kom den til at hedde Milard.
One day in September 1994 I caught sight of a poor, skinny kitten, who ran about by the garbage containers where I live. Onfortunately there was no doubt - it was a summer cottage kitten. In the following days I saw it every time, I went to the containers. It became more and more skinny for each day. It is a big decision to take care of a cat, because you have to feed and nurse it for many years to come; but after 5 - 6 days I took the decision to take the cat home. Next step was to buy food and a cat toilet for it. When the kitten had eaten, it rolled itself together in the settee and slept for 24 hours. When it woke up, it went to the cat toilet and did its stuff, then to the food and back to the settee for another 24 hour nap. Since that, I have had the pleasure of a funny, curious and affectionate pussycat, who quickly gained in weight. Actually I would call it Mylord, but it showed to be a girl kitten, and then it was Milard instead.
Milard i dyb koma
Milard in deep coma
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Mistress Milard
Inden længe var Milard lejlighedens ubestridte herskerinde, men jeg fik da allernådigst lov til at blive boende. En forårsdag i 1995 forlangte Milard at komme ud, som hun så ofte gjorde, men denne gang varede det 6 dage, inden jeg så hende igen. 60 dage senere fødte hun 5 nuttede killinger. Da de var gamle nok til at flytte hjemmefra efter 12 uger, forærede jeg de fire af killingerne til rare mennesker, der lovede at passe dem godt til deres dages ende. Én killing beholdte jeg selv, så Milard havde selskab, når det var mig, der var ude at føjte. Den lille nye killing blev navngivet af naboens 7-årige datter, der syntes, at den skulle hedde Mikkeline. I daglig tale blev det hurtigt til Line; det andet var for langt.
Before long Milard was the mistress of the apartment, but luckily I was graciously allowed to stay. One day in the spring of 1995 Milard demanded to be let out, as she often had done before, but this time it lasted 6 days, before she came home again. 60 days later she gave birth to 5 cute kittens. When they were old enough to leave their mother after 12 weeks, I gave the kittens to nice persons, who promised to take care of them to the end of their lives. I kept one kitten for myself, and in that way Milard had compagny, when I was the one who was out and about. The new kitten should have a name, and my neighbour´s 7 y.o. daughter wanted it to be called Mikkeline. In everyday language that was to long, and it was soon shortened to Line.
Line ta´r en slapper
Line relaxes
Parade på sofabordet
Parade on the coffee table
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Line lur´er
Line naps
Line ta´r en morfar
Line takes another nap
Line snuer
Line snoozes
Nu er kattene henholdsvis 14 og 13 år gamle, og jeg har ikke et øjeblik fortrudt, at jeg den septemberdag i 1994 tog en lille, radmager og forhutlet kattekilling med ind, da jeg var nede med skraldet.
Now the cats are 14 and 13 y.o., and not for one moment I have had second thoughts about that day in September 1994, when I took a small, skinny and shabby kitten back home, when I was at the containers with my garbage.
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Den 23. november 2007 døde Milard. Hun havde fået en svulst i en dievorte, så jeg måtte sende bud efter dyrlægen, der kom og foretog aflivningen herhjemme, hvor Milard havde levet sit liv, og hvor hun følte sig tryg. Milard havde et mildt og kærligt gemyt, og hun fortjente at få al den kærlighed, jeg kunne give hende.
Efter Milards død havde Line i begyndelsen en svær tid, men hun har nu vænnet sig til situationen, endda så meget, at hun har genoptaget sin gamle vane med at gå i koma et par gange om dagen.
On November 23. 2007 Milard died. She had got cancer in a nipple, so I had to send for the vet, who came and put her to sleep here at home, where Milard had lived her life and where she felt secure. Milard had a gentle and loving disposition, and she deserved to get all the love, I could give to her.
After Milard has died, Line have had a difficult time, but now she has got used to the situation, even to the extent, that she has resumed her old habbit of going into a coma a couple of times every day.
Line i perfekt kugle-koma.
Line in a perfect sphere-coma.
Besøg Kattens Værns hjemmeside på http://www.kattens-vaern.dk
P.S.: Jeg skal hilse fra Line.
P.S.: Line sends her greetings.
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