I am concerned about the welfare of my ailing neighbour's cat. [Slightly long.]
I live in an apartment building. I have been on good terms with my across-the-hall neighbour, Mr. S, for years. Mr. S is a retired gent, closing in on his eightieth birthday. We first met because occasionally he opens the door to his apartment so his cat can wander out into the hallway. All the neighbours on the floor know the cat, Henry by name, and most seem to stop to skritch his head when he is stretched out on the carpet. Early on, I realized that with his apartment door open, if I opened mine as well we got a nice cross-breeze in the summer (a great boon in our non-air-conditioned building). Henry seems to like me and my place a lot, and for my part I think the cat is great. Some days Henry spends an hour or three lazing around on my balcony, napping in the sunshine. Because of our friendship, Mr. S has always been the one I leave my spare keys with when I am out of town and need someone to water the plants. (Note: Mr S lives alone save for the cat, whom he dotes on. I suspect part of the reason that he lets Henry into the hallway is for the human contact that Henry brings his way.)
Earlier this week I was thinking that I had not seen Mr. S for a few days and wondered if he was ok. Wednesday of this week, I ran into another of our neighbours from the floor who mentioned that Mr. S was in the hospital with pneumonia. I headed over to the hospital later that day and found my neighbour there, on oxygen. The nurse warned me ahead of time that he had had a minor cardiac event and was "a little confused," so I was prepared for the worst, but he was actually doing pretty well. He was quite happy to see me, greeted me by name, and asked about my health and how my plants were doing.
After the pleasantries, the first thing he said was "I am sure you want to know about Henry." I did mention that I was concerned that Henry was being looked after when he was in the hospital. He said that he had been walking along when he had blacked out, and the next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital, so he had not made any prior arrangements. However, post-arrival he had managed to get in touch with the part-time caretaker of the building to feed Henry. Mr. S then asked how Henry was, and I said that I had not seen him in days -- the door had not been open and Henry had not been in the hall. Mr. S was disappointed by this news, as he knew Henry liked to come over to visit me. Mr. S then said, "I don't know why I didn't think of you to look after him -- he loves it over at your place." He then began giving me feeding instructions and tried to give me some money for the food... I said I'd be happy to take care of Henry but asked him to hold off until I was in touch with the part-time caretaker.
Ultimately I visited with Mr. S for an hour or two. The confusion that nurse had mentioned was slightly in evidence, as a couple of times he lost the thread of the conversation and wandered off to unrelated topics, but in general he seemed as with it as any septuagenarian. One thing that concerned me was that it seemed no one else had been in to see him for the week or so he had been in the hospital. I know he has kids who live many hours away but I have no idea what their relationship with him is. So far as I can tell, no one else in the building had been in, and my Get Well card was the only one on his bedside table. Indeed, the nurses assumed I was one of Mr S's kids, arrived at last. I told Mr. S I'd be back in to see him in a couple of days.
The next day I saw the caretaker. I mentioned that I had been in to see Mr. S and I asked the caretaker if he was still feeding Henry, and he said, "Not any more -- I gave him to someone else in the building..." This surprised me, as I didn't think Henry was really his to give away. He justified this by saying, "S isn't coming back." I mentioned that Mr. S had asked me to look after Henry and I would be happy to do so. The guy shrugged and said, "Well, I can ask, but I already gave them the cat, so it's theirs now." I am slightly concerned that the 'new owners' of the cat might decide that having a cat is not really for them and take Henry off to the SPCA or just dump him outside somewhere. As well, it seems less than perfect that Mr. S's wishes in this matter were apparently never asked and are now being ignored; it feels like the caretaker's laissez-faire attitude has trumped what Mr. S wants.
So there you go. I feel like I am in a small-scale, low-stakes version of what happens to some families after the incapacacitation of a parent: "Mom told me she wanted me to have the good china." "She never said that to me!"
So what do I do? Forget about this and assume Henry's new owners are fine people who will take care of him? Pursue this with the part-time caretaker? Tell Mr. S that his beloved cat has been given to away to some random people and have him get in touch with the caretaker so I can look after Henry as he asked? Get in touch with the new owners and let them know that if they find the cat too much, I would be happy to take him?
posted by Wendy BD to human relations (46 answers total) 26 users marked this as a favorite
Please do get involved. This is no different than if the caretaker had removed Mr S's TV and computer from his apartment, on the theory that "he's not coming back."
I would advise you to get the name of the people to whom the caretaker "gave" the cat, then go see them and explain the situation. Explain, specifically, that the cat was not the caretakers to give. If being nice doesn't work, I'd escalate to getting something in writing from Mr. S, but I don't think there is any need for that -- yet.
Also, frankly, I'd get the keys from Mr S (if you don't have them already) to make sure there is nothing else the caretaker "gave away" and I would also contact whomever employs the caretaker to let them know that the caretaker is, in essence, stealing something that he was entrusted to watch over.
Please do help Mr. S in whatever ways you can. He needs a friend.
posted by anastasiav at 10:31 AM on October 23, 2009 [24 favorites]