months after being rescued from Cuba, Havana is in Nirvana
thought I would use this week’s topic to address a subject
of tremendous importance... No, not the election. No,
not Donald Trump’s bullying tactics. And, no, not the
legalization of marijuana and its potential impact on
our nation’s productivity. No, the subject I want to address
Havana – the cat, not the city.
many of you may remember, Havana is the tuxedo cat I rescued
from Cuba last February.
Havana as he looked when I first found him in Havana,
Cuba last January. Below, Havana recently playing
in my backyard in Fallingbrook. File photos
found him while on vacation with a friend in early January.
Actually, a young couple were the first to rescue him
from the middle of the Malecon in Havana where they found
him near death.
friend spotted them outside La Bodeguita in Old Havana
while I was inside Ernest Hemingay’s old haunt, sucking
back mojito. Being one of the world’s most passionate
cat people, she persuaded me into bringing Havana back
to our airbnb room where she managed to nurse him back
smuggled Havana from the Cuban capital to several other
destinations by bus and by taxi trying to find him a home,
but couldn’t find a suitable spot to leave him.
when we arrived in the city of Trinidad, my friend Rodrigo
agreed to take Havana, who by then we had dubbed “the
luckiest cat in Cuba” for having escaped certain death.
wasn’t until we arrived back in Canada that I started
entertaining the idea of adopting Havana and bringing
him back to Canada, which was much easier said than done.
an adventure that included a two-and-a-half hour side
trip to a state veterinarian, a three-day clandestine
stay in a Cuban resort, and several strenuous hours in
an airport lounge, we made it on to an Air Transat flight
back to Ottawa, where “the luckiest cat in Cuba”, was
renamed “the luckiest Cuban cat in Canada”.
a couple of days of self-imposed quarantine in my son’s
old room, the first order of business was to introduce
Havana to his new brother and sister.
could have hardly cared less about the new addition to
the family, but my other cat Jasper hit it off with Havana
right away. The two started play fighting as soon as they
met, which meant that Jasper wouldn’t harass and tease
Mia anymore– a fact which Mia was no doubt over-joyed
about if she had the power of human speech.
those first days, Havana has fit in to the feline menage
au trois perfectly. He and Jasper have become best of
friends and Mia has never been happier.
funny, but they have adopted the personalities of my own
kids. Mia and Maggie are both very laid back and prefer
to be left alone, while Havana and Jasper are inseparable
even though they are occasionally at each other’s throats,
just like my twin boys Jamie and Dylan.
sometimes wish I could tap into Havana’s brain just to
get an idea of what he must be thinking. It’s been just
over six months since he arrived in Canada and so much
has changed. He’s grown into a handsome young cat with
a backyard with tall grass that he can run and jump in.
we found him in Old Havana his life expectancy could be
measured in weeks, if not days. Now with a new home in
Canada he’s happy, healthy and has a full life to look
forward. He really is the luckiest Cuban cat in Canada.
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