Although Sheila is the cat person in the family, I must admit that I am fully responsible for acquiring this little bugger you see in this photo. His name is Raven. About two years ago I was working on a job (I’m in construction) near D.C. when I had to make a stop at a local supply house. After paying for my goods I drove across the lumber yard to pick up my materials. As I waited for a worker to pick my order, I noticed an all black cat darting in and out of the piles of lumber in the warehouse. As I looked closer, I noticed the cat had a pretty good limp. I immediately knew that he was probably a stray, and after having a short conversation with the yard worker he confirmed it. “How long has he been here?” I asked. “About six months” he replied. “He sleeps upstairs on a pile of insulation in another warehouse” he said. As soon as he said that, the cat strolled up to me and let me pick him up. “Look at that!” he exclaimed with amazement. “We have never seen him do that before. He likes you.” “Of course” I thought.
My first thought after all of this was “Man, we really don’t need another stray cat.” My second thought was “If I come home and relate this story without the cat, I’m going to regret it.” There was only one thing left to do. Call home. I slowly pulled my cell phone out of my jacket and at first I just stared at it. Still weighing my options, I looked back into the warehouse at the cat. He kept hobbling back an forth on three legs with this “Are you ready?” look on his face. I called home and told Sheila the story. She was pretty calm about the situation and made a suggestion that if I brought him back with me that maybe we could find him a good home. And with that, I Grabbed the cat and put him in an empty shop vac box. The yard worker was even nice enough to buy him some food for the trip home. Now two years have gone by, and Raven has settled in quite nicely. He loves his country life and doesn’t have to worry about living near a busy highway looking for food. As far as his leg is concerned, our vet informed us that he probably broke it long ago and with no treatment, it healed in a position that didn’t allow him to walk right. No worries though, as it does not hurt him and there is not much we can do at this point. I keep thinking about the conversation Sheila and I had back when I first found him, and the suggestion that we could find him a good home. Well, at least that part is true.
Canon 5D mark II, EF 70-200 4 L, ISO 500, 1/60 @ f/4