A portion of me credits Gromit's vet prescribed allergy-combating steroid regimen for his recent surge in activity and uncharacteristic territoriality. It all started with a cockroach he'd been stalking in the back room for about 3 days. Gromit chased the little stinker feverishly around every nook and cranny trying to get a bead on how best to immobilize him. I was thoroughly grossed out by having a cockroach running around so as soon as the little garbage dweller left himself vulnerable I made quick work of him with the fly swatter, or so I thought. A testament to the resiliency of cockroaches; after 3 heavy swats he was still trying to crawl away. Seeing his prey out in the open and obviously wounded, Gromit snapped into action and simply could not be deterred from investigating the object of his recent pursuits. He was so funny to watch that I was literally laughing out loud to myself has he grunted, salivated, clicked his teeth, and nudged the cockroach for several minutes seemingly baffled about how to proceed. Finally, it was obvious the cockroach really didn't want to die after 2 more hefty swats from the swatter so he met a quick end down the garbage disposal, much to Gromit's disappointment.
For those who live in Negishi, or who have spent any time out here, you are well aware of the feral cat issue we've been battling for several years. With the approach of Spring, it also means kitten season and all of the wild females have swollen bellies either from a litter of kittens waiting to be born or producing milk to feed their newborns. As gross and horrible as it sounds, the massive black crows in the neighborhood, which can be found in Hitchcock-esque proportions, anticipate kitten season as the vulnerable prey-size newborns seems to be favorites on their menu. This makes the mothers wary and constantly searching for new places to hide their babies from the sharp beaks and probing eyes of the ever-watchful crows. One mother cat decided that the small space between our house and A/C unit in our backyard was the perfect hiding spot. Well, from the crows yes....but from Gromit definitely not. Gromit has always been one of those stereotypical 'cat chasers' so when we both stumbled upon the small brood by accident as I let the dogs out for a potty break the fur really flew! I didn't realize it was a mother with kittens until Gromit had already wedged himself behind the A/C unit and was tackling the mother cat with full gusto. To my shock and horror I saw 3 tiny kittens pop out from behind the unit and helplessly lay in the grass waiting for assistance. Gromit was completely occupied with their mother, who quickly hopped the fence and ran off, but his attention quickly turned to a small black kitten almost directly under his feet. I had horrible visions of kitten bits flung across the backyard, but Gromit did little more than make a lot of noise and push the kitten around with his nose. Of course, this whole time Madu was laying on the walkway, tail wagging, obviously enjoying the show from her comfortable vantage point. I quickly had to wrench Gromit away from the kitten and literally drag him back into the house. I waited for the mother to return, but with no luck, and I knew the kittens would be crow bait if I just left them outside to wait for their mother, so I scooped them up in my shirt and brought them into the house.
I was afraid Gromit had bitten into the little black kitten but after a thorough examination and a little wash down in the sink, I found he was simply covered in slobber and a little traumatized. Gromit was so worked up from his recent scrap and from the knowledge the kittens were now in the house that he had to have a little sensory overload break in his kennel to calm his nerves. I called the vet and was delighted to be put in touch with a local kitten rescue network right here on the base! Within an hour of plucking them from the grass a kitten rehabilitator came to my house to pick up the kittens and care for them until they can be neutered/spayed and then placed into a home.
I was also relieved to see the mother cat finally return without a scratch on her and not even limping or showing signs of injury. She took off like a shot and after I saw Gromit lunge at her and pin her on the ground, I was almost sure he had inflicted a wound of some kind, but I was relieved to find her whole and well. In fact, in the subsequent days she's been hanging around the house a lot and almost taunting Gromit in front of the windows.
Although I wish the whole thing had never occurred in the first place, I'm glad the kittens are in a safe place away from crows, but most of all I'm really proud of Gromit for not harming the cats at all. With his characteristic pit bull jaw, I know all 4 of the cats could have been toast had he chosen to fully assert himself given the situation, but he came away with more scratches than any of the cats. He really is such good boy!
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