After his dirt bath, Figaro sports a new look
That’s a pretty good look!
I want to feel the dirt … over here
A friend of ours in the Nashville, Tennessee, USA area found this precious dirtcat hanging around her house. She can’t take in any more cats and she’s concerned about what will happen to this little one when it starts getting cold.
If anyone near Nashville, TN wants a dirtcat, contact nancywhiskey13 at google’s email service.
Please note that this was originally posted on September 30, 2014. Please don’t contact that email address after October 2014. We’re posting this notice as a favor to a friend - we don’t want her to receive adoption or update inquiries for the rest of her life.
Fun fact: if you know your feline body language, you’ll notice that the lynx is deferring to the housecat. As far as these two are concerned, the housecat is the higher-ranking cat.
OH MY GOD
I think we all know what these cats are standing on.
My fascination with dirtcats began with this wonderful creature. She’s my cat, and her name is Dirtcat (DC for short). Yes, she is the inspiration for this blog.
I began seducing this cat when I moved to my current residence in 2009. Our eyes met in the garden. She meowed at me, I meowed back. This went back and forth for a while. I didn’t really like cats at the time, but my girlfriend did and I figured that she would probably like to have a cat around. Maybe if I made friends with this cat, it would hang around more and my girlfriend would be happy. Well, my girlfriend became my wife, I became a cat lover, and this cat became my Dirtcat.
On our first meeting, during our meowings, it took a while for her to get close enough for me to pet her, but when I did get to pet her, she really liked it - for a little while then she would get spooked and run away. I started feeding her and she started hanging around the house. She really, really, really liked to sit in the dirt. We could always find her somewhere in the garden, all cozy in the dirt.
I found out her story - she had belonged to the neighbor - a nice old man. He had died of old age years before and this cat was left to fend for herself.
I remember when our friendship really solidified: I was used to seeing her laying in the dirt and looking dirty, but one day, she looked terrible. She had dirt and leaves all over her and she was laying in the hot, hot sun between some plants. She just looked really bad. I approached her. Normally she would run away from me but that day she just didn’t have the energy. She let me pick her up for the first time. I started inspecting her body through her lush fur and eventually found a big puncture wound on her butt - an animal had bitten her! The fur around the wound was wet - she had been licking it. The wound wasn’t bleeding, it wasn’t red, and it didn’t look infected, but I wanted to do something about it. I brought her indoors, brushed the leaves out of her fur, and gave her a bath in the sink. She didn’t put up a fight and she actually appeared to be relieved. I shampooed a great deal of dirt out of her luxurious fur. Sopping wet, she looked like a much smaller cat than I thought she was.
After the bath, she actually looked like she felt better. I daubed her wound with iodine and decided that I would take her to the vet if the wound got any worse. The wound ended up healing perfectly and this cat began feeling safer around me. We didn’t have a name for her - we would just call her “The Cat”, but after this, I decided to call her “Dirtcat” - affectionately, of course.
It became clear after a while that our household was the only one feeding Dirtcat - she would spend all of her time - day and night, spring, summer, fall, winter - sitting right outside, either on a little blanket we would set out for her … or in the dirt. If I could get her, I could pet her outside all I wanted, but she would absolutely never come inside.
Then one day in January 2011, everything changed. My household was sitting in the front room watching a movie during the afternoon and Dirtcat just walked right inside and sat down. After that, she started coming in all the time. Pretty soon, she was spending far more time indoors than outdoors! Apparently her old owner had trained her well - when it was cold outside, she would lay down directly against me on the couch and I could pet her for hours.
We gave her a safe, soft, cushy place to live, but it doesn’t mean she has abandoned her old lifestyle: she still devours mice and rolls in the dirt, she is still the source of a good amount of the dirt inside the house, and sometimes she comes inside with a jaw dropping amount of filth on her.
This video shows Dirtcat in one of the dirtiest states I have ever seen her in. I was actually shocked.
And to be clear, dirtcats.tumblr.com approves of your steadfast support. Thank you, unicornery!
Folks, unicornery has made a little dirtcat garden. Like a nice patch of dirt for dirtcats to be dirtcats in. Enjoy!
(and yeah, I know reblogging reblogs isn’t much of a thing, but who wouldn’t mind seeing this cat again?)
Chinese artist, architect, and dissident Ai Weiwei has a white dirt cat.
Just a dirtcat, move along
This girl is not being nice to this dirtcat.