MARLOW
This little character came to the farm on November 4, 2019 after a vet at my clinic asked if I could help find him a home. He had been brought in as a stray, and introduced himself by biting my vet, which resulted in a two-week quarantine. The people who found him on the street wanted him to be euthanized, but my vet saw his, um, potential, so I took Marlow in.
He certainly was quite a bitey cat, but as long as you put him down when he first grazed you with his fangs, (politely, I might add!), your skin would remain intact.
After many long months, one brave couple decided to take a chance on Mr. Bitey. However, as thanks for this kindness, Marlow repeatedly bit his new adoptive mom. Eventually we threw in the towel, and I took Marlow back for good.
I have a theory that his behaviour was all an act to ensure he was returned to the farm, where he does as he pleases, when and where he chooses. Initially I tried him as a barn cat, however now he is an “everywhere” cat! He frequents the house, the barn, the garage and the granary, often scoring bonus meals in the process. (“What, Daddy? Mummy most assuredly did not give me breakfast yet!”)
After having been forced to spend so many months in the back of the granary (where the foster cat area is), and hating it, it is now his favourite place to chillax. He constantly pesters me to let him in there, then cries for food like he has been adrift on the ocean for six years. He is a lone wolf, our Marlow, with barely one kitty friend on the farm (Mimi, a fellow black kitty). though perhaps “friend” is too strong a term.
All this said, Marlow does not bite me or Gordon, and he makes us laugh every days with his quirky personality and obvious sense of humour. He is one of the smartest cats I’ve ever had, and I’m so glad he escaped euthanasia and ended up here.
Now keep your fangs to yourself, Marlow!