A true animal lover

is someone who's not afraid to save Rusty!!

Posting from the twin cities....

We have a neighbor two blocks away that has a cat. Now, first off, I like cats. We don't have a pet right now because we have three kids and the last thing I need is another thing to watch. The previous owner of the house we live in had about five cats and they used a lot of potpourri to hide the smell when we looked at the house. The smell was really bad the first year we were here and even today, seven years later, you can still smell them at times. Also when we first moved in, our neighbors had a cat that, due to the smell of the cats that were here, crapped in our garden all the time. That kitty met his demise at the hands of a raccoon in 2002

We started noticing Rusty coming into our yard early last summer. We found he had a tag on his neck and called the owner. The owner is one creepy dude. He came, took his cat and left. A week later, Rusty was back. Some times I would call the owner, other times he would leave on his own. We started finding cat crap in the yard and in the gardens and our neighbors actually had to take their sandbox out because Rusty thought it was his. I started to ask my other neighbors how many times they had called to get Rusty picked up and it was at least ten times combined. One neighbor's dog was bitten by Rusty and another neighbor had Rusty destroy half of her plants. I really started to dislike Rusty's owner when in September, I called him one day, told him I didn't appreciate the unwillingness to control Rusty and the very next day, at Evelyn's birthday party, here comes Rusty again, jumping on our outdoor table and nearly eating Evelyn's cake.

We have definitely seen a decrease in the amount of birds in the area, but my concern is really for the cat. The raccoons still live in the area and so do fox. We have a lot of street traffic and 169 is five blocks away. And I have heard enough neighbors say that if they corner the cat, and no one is watching, they will take care of Rusty the old fashion way. I started to research the laws of Hopkins to see where I stood as a property owner. It said if you have a nuisance dog that you can turn them into a local vet who acts as a pet impound. The next time Rusty came over, I put him into a cage and took him the the vet. He said we don't take cats, you need to go to the police. When I brought him there, the police told me there are no ordinances in regards to cats in the city of Hopkins, just dogs, and that the owner could technically charge me with theft. I asked him if I was in my yard, and Rusty was scratching my kids and I picked him up to help the kids, the minute I held the cat, could I be charged with theft? He said yes. The police went to the owner and said to keep control of the cat and that's the last we saw of the cat until this spring.

The minute it warmed up, I was outside and here comes Rusty. I called the owner for the tenth time and said I've had it. I said I'd called him enough and he just didn't seem to care about the welfare of the cat. The next time Rusty is in my yard, I will take him to the Humane Society .

The creepy owner then tells me, "well he likes to be outside on a leash." I ask then why is the cat running free at all. He shrugged. I told him again that the cat would go to the Humane Society and he said alright. I then went to the Hopkins City Council and pleaded with them to amend the city laws to account for cats the same way they account for dogs. Many of the city council agreed that the property owner does deserve some protection or recourse in a case like this.

Over the next week, I found the cat in my yard three more times. I really was having a lot of mixed feelings about this. On Wednesday night, I came home from a getogether with former co-workers to find the cat in the yard again. I said, this guy seems to be daring me to do this. We got, what we thought, was a sturdy box and placed Rusty in it. Taped it shut (he had breathing holes) and put him in the car. I had to drive about ten miles to the Humane Society and headed out with Rusty riding shotgun. I am guessing that Rusty must have had a hulk like reaction to Gamma radiation in his past because about three miles down the road, Rusty decided he wanted out of the box. He shredded the side of the box facing me and looked at me. It was go time. So here I am wrestling with this cat as I'm driving 65 MPH down the highway in a car with manual transmission. I managed to get off the road and get Rusty back in the box while receiving only one really bad scratch on my arm. Rusty realized his fate was sealed and just "meow-howled" the rest of the way there. I dropped him off and walked away.

The next day, I got a call from the Hopkins City Manager saying that they felt that the nuisance laws currently on the books would be applicable to the cat and vowed to send a cease notice to the owner. Also, I called the Humane Society to explain why a tagged cat was dropped off and they seemed to agree with me, especially when it comes to the safety of the cat. They never reveal how an animal gets to their facility and it costs him $25 bucks to get the cat out. So far, I have not heard anything from either Rusty or the creepy owner. This is what keeps me amused in my life.


Matthew, animal lover.

Hey Matthew, maybe Rusty is your karma? Ever thought of that?

- Queenie

Also, Himself having read this blog entry, says buy a super soaker water pistol and use it on every cat that gets into your yard and within a month you will have a cat-free zone.

Himself is usually right about these things.

- Queenie again

Great story but. We laughed our asses off.

- Queenie yet again.