As you know, I love animals. I adopted two cats from the Humane Society. One was called Jazz and the other, Wisky. We lived North, backing onto a conservation area. I paid $10.00 each for the cats. I always say, the initial investment in a pet is nothing. Veterinarian bills, food, grooming, etc. is where the real cost lies. They were great friends. I always heat my garages. Jazz and Wisky used to sleep with Spencer, our Golden Retriever. They would snuggle up in Spencer’s fur at night to keep warm. They very rarely came in the house; only to say ‘hi’ and then they wanted back outside.
Jazz was a hunter. He would go off for days in the ravine catching mice, and return tired and hungry. He would chow down for a couple of days, sleep, then off he would go again to hunt. I could see him from my backyard in the lower ravine, stalking his prey.
Whereas Wisky hung around the house with Spencer. He would wander but would always come home for dinner and slept with Spencer every night.
Jazz was gone for several months and we came to the conclusion that he had a great life at 6 years old and passed as the hunter he wanted to be. He never came home.
We moved to a home in Oakville. The location was Raymar Place. It was a dead end with a court. Spencer and Wisky joined in our new home. Like normal, the garage was heated and had a pet door so Wisky could hunt at night.
Wisky was quite the character. He became familiar with our neighbours. He would sit on their windowsills and go in their homes to be fed. Or he would sit in their trees and torment the dogs. He was quite the character.
When we ventured up North for the weekend, we left food and water for Wisky. When we returned Spencer greeted him with a big kiss.
When we travelled, we would have people feed him and provide water for him. He was known as the ‘King of Raymar’.
Our neighbor would laugh when I walked Spencer, a 100 lb. Golden Retriever in 4 feet of snow and they saw that Wisky was right beside him.
Wisky was a great ‘cat’ companion to Spencer. He lived to be almost 13 years old, when a coyote took his life.
Here’s Spencer as a puppy.
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