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Unregistered huskie & Kelpie cross in neighbour’s rear yard

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Our enclosed garden

Another view of our garden looking out from the patio where the dogs trapped Cleo

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Our beloved Cleo in the in-tray

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See post: Cleopatra  & The In Tray

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We arrived home from a family dinner to find our beautiful Burmese cat, Cleo,  mauled to death by two of our neighbour’s dogs.  In the past, the dogs have dug many holes from under their side of the adjoining fence. We have constantly filled the holes in and blocked them off with rocks.  There is only one place that the dogs were able to dig, and that was a very small patch near our garden composting bin.  All the rest of the fence line is blocked off with a thick growth of ice plant and rocks. However this day, when we were out, the dogs dug a huge hole, and cornered our cat who had no escape from the patio in which she was sleeping in her cane chair. We could clearly see what had happened by the state of the patio.  We are devastated.  Cleo, our companion of 12 years, was in superb condition.

We immediately reported the incident to the police and to the local council, neither of whom would take any action.  We considered the dogs to be aggressive and dangerous and were concerned for the welfare of our grandchildren who often play on the patio.  In our experience, dogs such as these become killer dogs once they have killed an animal and progress from there to babies and children if given the chance.

We finally got action from the Council after my son rang their office and demanded to speak to the person in charge of dog legislation.  My partner and I were too distressed to take the case up ourselves.  The council came to our house the following day and inspected the large hole under the fence,  but told us they could not take the dogs to the pound until the owners were home; access to the property had to be granted by the owners.  This, I could see, was going to be a long, drawn out affair!

The next morning at 9.20 am the dogs dug another hole under the fence and began to jump up against the glass doors of our house.   The owner had blocked up the first  hole with a car wheel and bricks.  I rang the council and twenty minutes later they arrived to catch the dogs.  They managed to get a collar and leash on the Kelpie cross, but the huskie was another matter.  It took several minutes for both of the officers to wrestle and grab the huskie’s neck with a shepherd’s crook, and then to secure a collar.  The owners were home but would not answer the door. Apparently the owner remarked to the officers later that he didn’t know what all the fuss was about!

The Council has told us that if the owner admits his dogs killed Cleo, the dogs will be put down immediately.  Otherwise, the Council will proceed to take the case to court and in 90% of cases, the judge rules that the dogs must be euthanised.  We have taken many photos of the scene and these will be used in court if necessary.  The scene where our beloved pet was killed, shows plainly the struggle she put up and how much she must have suffered.  She did not have a chance with these two dogs.  The owner is insisting it wasn’t his dogs!  “They wouldn’t hurt anyone, they would lick them to death”.  I can’t count how many times I have heard dog owners say this.  They don’t get it do they?

The internet is full of instances where dogs have mauled babies, children and small pets.  Not long ago two pet dogs in Australia took their owners’ new born baby out of its crib, ran out of the house with it, and ate it on the family’s front lawn.  These were well cared for and loved pet dogs.  In recent years in Australia and New Zealand, scores of young children have been maimed by pet dogs, not to mention adults.  One girl I remember, had her face torn off while playing in a playground.  When are councils going to bring in by-laws which make it illegal to keep large dogs in built up areas?  We often walk around the conservation wetlands near our home, where there is much wild life in residence.  We see owners letting their dogs run into the lakes and chase the swans, ducks and herons,  to name a few.  All dogs are required by law to be on leashes.  Clearly, by-laws are not being enforced.

The dogs’ entry hole on the neighbour’s side of the fence. He has since blocked it off with a car tyre and bricks. The second hole dug by the dogs the following morning is on the right beside the two bricks.

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See Ode To Cleopatra  (1998-2011)

 

I am not sure whether our cat Cleo thinks we are cats or she is human, but there is no doubt as to who is boss of the house.    Which ever room we are in, Cleo is there too, making sure we are behaving to her standards.  And sitting in the In Tray while we are working at our computers is just one way of ensuring we don’t forget who is in charge.  Those eyes!

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See post: Ode To Cleopatra

Home Office Feline

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Cleo and the in tray

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I was given two books last month:  The Atheist Manifesto; The case against Christianity, Judaism and Islam by Michel Onfray and Cleo; The uppity cat who healed a family by Helen Brown.

A beautiful book; this Cleo was so like our Cleo, must be in the name!

 

 

 

 

 

Michel Onfray

 

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Looking at the titles, you would not immediately think of a connection between the two.  The three religions have inspired so much death and destruction over millennia and Catholicism, in my experience, gave me a terror of death and dying.  All that talk of hell fire and brimstone, the devil, and the ramifications of committing  a sin, no matter how small.  I was too afraid to look upon my dead father as he lay in his coffin.  Afraid of what?; I could not put it into words then.

Until  a cat entered our lives.  We also have a much loved cat called Cleo, the reason my daughter gave me the book.  We too have learned much from our Cleo; infinite patience, playfulness,   the healing virtue of time. But it was another cat called Sirius who taught me that death itself isn’t so scary.  Sirius was fifteen years old when his kidneys failed.  He had never spent a night away from our 3/4 acre lot in Marlborough; abundant trees, bamboo to hide and sleep in and plenty of field mice .  If ever we went away on holiday or overnight, he had a live-in baby sitter, just as Helen Brown’s Cleo did.  So when it was time for us to say goodbye to him, our children returned home and Paul and I stayed home from work.  We arranged for the vet to come to the house.  The vet gently inserted the needle into Sirius’ front paw and he instantly fell over on his side.  It was all so peaceful and I was truly amazed.  I don’t know what I expected but I was from that moment more accepting of death.  The new revelation did not stop me from sobbing along with the rest of the family.  Even the vet and his nurse had tears welling up in their eyes. As Helen Brown says in her book, we don’t choose a cat, they choose us.

Sirius in Gina’s arms, Anthony, Smokey with Doug, and Anne Frandi-Coory 

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Our beautiful cat Cleopatra

 

 

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Queen Cleopatra in training

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All images and text on this page copyright to Anne Frandi-Coory All Rights Reserved 10 March 2010

 

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Read here –  ODE TO CLEOPATRA