When a stray cat adopted Dick and Barb’s neighborhood, it was upsetting seeing the starved animal dragging an injured leg. Over the next three years, Dick and his neighbor, Ned, fed it and tried catching it to take to a veterinarian clinic so the “...little devil would not suffer”. But with only three
good legs, the cat was still faster than the men. “The cat would not get close to us, but he sure ate our groceries!” said Dick.
“The cat was so darn homely he needed a name to live up to,” said Dick who is an old movie buff. He recalled the quote that re-furred to dashing handsome men, “He’s a handsome devil” and named the kitty Handsome Devil.
One night, Barb and Dick heard the neighbor’s dogs “raising a raucous over something.” The next
morning, when Dick went out to walk their dog, Pup, he found the homeless cat lying up against their house.
“The cat looked horrible,” said Dick. “He was obviously the object of the dogs’ ‘play’. He was injured and appeared dead.”
Not wanting the “critter” to suffer the couple made plans to take it to the vet, but they had concerns for their own pets’ health not wanting to place a filthy-diseased kitty in their pets’ carrier.
They phoned the vet clinic who immediately lent them a carrier.
Wearing rubber gloves, Dick gently and carefully lifted the very still cat into the carrier.
Dick told the vet, “If you can save him, save him, if not euthanize him. He’s been through enough this life time. If he can be saved, clean him up, inside and out of parasites, and give him a bath.
Eight hours later the vet’s receptionist phoned and announced,
‘Your kitty is ready.’ Well, you should have seen our new family member’s bill! We are retired and it was quite a chunk of change for a budget that is already feeding a dog and another cat! We’d apparently just bought ourselves a wild cat - or so we thought!”
It turns out the once starving feral cat is a domesticated cuddle bunny who knows a good deal. And three years after that memorable day when I phoned for this interview, “The Handsome Devil” was not
home. Spoiled Mr. Handsome was over at the groomers for his thrice yearly trim, bath and blow!
“Handsome tries biting the groomer,” explained Dick, “but his attempts are futile. He has no teeth left. From his years of starvation, before we began feeding him, caused most of his teeth to rot. The vet pulled the few remaining ones to stop dental pain, which also changed his health for the better.
After the vet cleaned up Handsome, Ned
came over for a visit and I heard ‘the rest of the story!’
He, too, had heard the dogs’ raucous and went out to investigate. In the dark and pouring rain, he saw that the cat had escaped into his back yard and was laying there. Ned nudged the cat with his toe and mentally declared it dead. But to Ned’s surprise, the next morning he went out to bury the cat – but it was gone! Apparently Handsome, in pain, had crawled under the eaves of our
house to stay dry. Now, Ned looked down at ‘our’ recovering cat and exclaimed at the once ‘dead’ animal, ‘That is one darn good vet! I knew that cat was dead!’”
Barb built a warm shelter outside for the convalescing cat. “He seemed content with his new warm home,” said Barb.
“He used the shelter and ate our groceries,” added Dick. “Little by little Barb moved the shelter closer and closer to the house. Until Handsome is inside,
sleeping with us!”
“I was never nervous of Handsome,” said Barb, “He has a wonderful purrs-onality, and he was so homely you couldn’t but help fall in love with him. He needed so much mending. Just look at how handsome he is now! Dick was right, the cat grew into his name!”
Their dog, Pup, would like to be friends with Handsome, but after that eventual night, Handsome learned not to trust dogs. Pup loves everyone, but Handsome
does not love Pup. The cat’s spirit has healed enough now that he is peacefully go existing with the dog.
“Handsome follows Barb around like she is covered in catnip!” said Dick. “He knows he won the lotto with her care and love. In the mornings, he even follows her to the shower and sits on the throne until she is done.”
And what about Handsome’s injured leg? It took a year to heal leaving him with a soft
limp.
“All he wants is to be loved,” said Barb, “and to be brushed and petted. He sleeps with me, actually on me, purring either on my chest or up on my head like a hat. When I was ill, he slept on my chest as a little healer for three solid days. Who would have thought a wild devil cat was really an angel in disguise who wanted to teach about and give love?"