Casper The Commuting Cat: The True Story Of The Cat Who Rode The Bus And Stole Our Hearts

CHAPTER 2

Finding Mum

Casper

Humans like to be in charge. They like to think that they decide things, that they determine what will happen and when. I find this most amusing, as any cat knows it is us who has them under our paws. As I’m very fond of people, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and see their need for control as one of their many little foibles.

When Sue and Chris came to the house where I lived on that day in December 2002, I wasn’t sure, at first, whether I would choose them. They, in turn, thought they had complete freedom to pick whoever took their fancy when choosing ‘their’ cat. How funny that humans think that way!

The place where I lived was comfortable and safe. It was a large building with plenty of space for me and my fellow cats, and we all got along well. There were lots of us and we stayed downstairs while the human kept to the top part of the house, where there was nothing of interest. The lady who thought she was in charge did have some strange ways. Despite the size of the house, and the availability of rooms, she chose to feed us from far too few bowls. She expected four of us to share each one! As we obviously couldn’t go into the cupboard to get more, we were gracious enough to accept this arrangement. However, I think it indicates the curious nature of some human behaviour. Would you want to share your breakfast, lunch and supper plates with individuals who had been complete strangers not so long before? I didn’t think so. Thankfully, cats can be very adaptable – when we want to be.

Humans also have a tendency to talk to us cats constantly. Do you think we can understand your strange warblings, or are you doing it for your own benefit? Whatever the reason, the constant one-sided conversation, which our carer had been having since first light, had brought to our attention that a prospective mum and dad would be arriving today, and that they were called ‘Sue’ and ‘Chris’.

I’d been staying in that house for some time and was quite happy there to begin with. I’d made some good friends, especially with a lovely fellow called Tuppence, and never felt inclined to go home with any of the people who had previously come looking for a feline. However, things change, and I was beginning to hanker after a smaller house where I would have my own bowl and my own bed, and could concentrate on making sure things were exactly as I liked them.

When Sue and Chris arrived, most of the others I shared with ran to have a look. They were keen to make themselves presentable, which is all very well, but as I knew I was naturally friendly and loving (when I chose to be), I didn’t see any point in being part of the beauty parade. Instead, I thought I’d be canny, so I watched to see their reaction.

The lady seemed to be the one making the decision, but I was delighted to notice that they were both very kind and caring towards all of my friends. As I listened to their chatter and watched their reactions, I was pleased. These were people I could easily learn to love, but there was a problem: I had grown extremely fond of Tuppence and didn’t really want to leave him behind if I chose to move on.

Thankfully, as I looked on, I could see that Tuppence was making a very good impression. They were discussing his looks and temperament, and everything appeared to be going very well. The lady of the house was telling them that Tuppence had a friend – yours truly. At that point, I stood up from my lunch bowl, stretched and began to wash myself.

Now, to be honest with you, washing isn’t something I can always be bothered with – no sooner does it seem to be finished than it’s time to start again. As a result, I often feel it makes more sense to wait until it absolutely can’t be avoided. However, I know that humans put great store in such behaviour on the part of cats (although humans never seem to lick themselves), so I felt it prudent to indulge them.

While I was very keen to make sure I went with Tuppence, I was drawn to Sue when she seemed taken aback by the name I’d been given. For some reason to do with the large black box full of moving pictures that humans stare at for hours on end, I was being referred to as Morse. It wasn’t a name that suited me terribly well and I was delighted to see that Sue thought so too. That boded well.

Tuppence was placed in one transport container, and one of my friends was unceremoniously removed from the other. I was put in her place, and off we went. I felt I had chosen well.

I was taken to a warm and welcoming house, and my new mum was very careful to ensure that I was as comfortable as could be. Tuppence settled in very quickly, but I was amazed to find that there were as many cats in Sue’s place as there had been in my last home – or so it seemed. The smells and sounds of any new accommodation can be frightening, and I needed to make sense of where I was. I hastily beat a retreat upstairs and into the first room I saw.

There was a bed to hide beneath and I determined to stay there until I felt more secure. Both of my new parents were as kind as could be – they brought treats and frequently tried to draw me out, but I would come out only in my own time. If this was the place where I was going live, I needed it to be on my terms.

My mum visited me every hour and did all she could to make me happy. From this I could tell she was indeed a good person, as I had suspected from the start. She brought me some morsels, which were very tempting. All in all, she was teasing me out with her kindness. The ultimate weapon she had was the one that finally brought me out from my hiding place. As she called me by my new name, I knew I was in the place I was meant to be.

Casper . . . that was me!