For two days I had a cat. He is a Callejero, a man of the streets, he comes & goes as he pleases and it pleased him to stay with me for two days. I saw him outside my window so I “meowed” at him, much to my surprise, he stopped & mewed back at me. So I again meowed, he obliged me with a reply. I amused myself by continuing our conversation for about 5 minutes until the idea struck me…. “I will tame him & he will be MY cat”. I got some cheese from the fridge, great Mexican queso fresco, it is like a moist feta but without the bite. It makes an AMAZING sandwich on pan amarillo with mayo (the Mexican kind with lime juice) and a little Valentina hot sauce.
I stood in my doorway & meowed. El Senor mewed back and sat down…. this was going to be easy! But the minute I took one step outside the door he was gone in a flash. He ran up over the wall like Neo in the Matrix & disappeared into the forest of the empty lot next door. Damn! Such a beautiful cat. I cannot even begin to describe his unique color & markings so I will not even try. You will have to take my word for it. I took a few steps in the direction of his escape route & meowed…. off in the distance I heard “mew, mew”. So I doubled meowed back & his mews got closer… he was coming BACK! He appeared over the wall so I tossed a piece of cheese in his direction, he startled, but didn’t run. I toss another chunk, a big one hoping he would smell it. He ate the cheese and a big pile more. There was a cool mountain breeze that evening that was getting quite strong. I was cold so I meowed good night & went inside.
Later that evening friends came over to watch a movie. We sat eating tacos & a LOUD mewing began echoing up the stairway from our garage. I peeked over the top of the stairs and there he was, my little vagabond, back for a second helping. He was standing in the open doorway carelessly left open by daughter. I thought for sure he was ready to move in & be my mascoto. I ran for the cheese & the meow-mew ping-pong started & continued for some time. Then there was a loud noise from the street & he was gone. People in Mexico do not seem to be very fond of cats and this guy seemed very aware of that fact. I like cats, I have two at home. They keep me company & keep me entertained. I wouldn’t classify myself as being as risk to become a crazy cat lady, but I do think that I will always keep a cat or two.
I got up early the next morning & meowed to Talachas… I had given him a name by then. Talachas is one of my favorite Spanish words. It means “tire repairs” and I cannot think of a better name for a cat. I meowed… no reply, louder meow… no reply, loudest possible meow…. faint in the distance I heard “MEW”! We started a volley of meow-mews and there he was on the other side of the fence looking at me. I tossed cheese & he ate it. If I moved he retreated. We tired of each other & I resumed drinking my coffee & he disappeared into the weeds.
That was the last time that I saw him. Every time I went outside to work on my mosaic for the next 3 days I meowed to him. He never mewed back. He is a Callejero, a man of the streets, and he will belong to no one and he will not answer to Talachas.