|Tiger, the first missionary cat from|
Jiwaka Provence to the Enga Provence in
Papua New Guinea
We wanted a safe place for Tiger, so we put her in Mikayla Kopf's former bedroom and closed the door. In the middle of the night, my wife Teresa awoke to the sound of rats running around in the rafters. She then was aware of the same sound coming from Mikayla's bedroom, but also another set of feet running. As she listened to all of the commotion coming from Mikayla's room, she realized that Tiger was chasing a rat inside the bedroom and also worried that since she was only a kitten that perhaps the rat was chasing Tiger.
After a few minutes of all of the scurrying around the room she heard a loud thump, and then everything was quiet. She wondered if Tiger had killed the rat; or if the rat had killed Tiger. The next morning we opened the door to find Tiger sound asleep inside of her carrier; quite content. There was no sign of a rat feast to be found.
|Dr. Becky Morsch tries to|
introduce Tiger to Rascal.
The first night Tiger had an upset stomach. Susan Kopf had made a bed for herself on the kitchen floor (partly because there were 14 people crammed into their tiny home and partly because she wanted to be available to care for the newly arrived kitten.) In the middle of the night Susan stirred in her sleep and moved her arms onto her abdomen, only to feel a pool of warm liquid on her abdomen. She got up to clean herself and determined the fluid was what she had suspected; Tiger had indeed had an upset stomach and had diarrhea while she had been sleeping on Susan's stomach.
Susan changed and was tiptoeing back to bed when she stepped into another pool of warm fluid on the kitchen floor. She hopped back into the bathroom and cleaned her foot and then cleaned the kitchen floor. She thought it was best if Tiger spent the night outside in her carrier, so she picked up Tiger and noticed that Tiger had a distended abdomen. It almost felt like a
|Tiger hunting for bugs.|
Although Susan is a missionary living in the middle of the jungles of Papua New Guinea, there are two things that she hates. She hates bugs and she hates rats...and the jungle is full of both of them. They rely on cats living inside of their home to kill the bugs and the rats. She explained that she trains new kittens to kill rats by letting them first play with a dead rat that they have caught in a trap. Then they cut open the rat and let the kittens taste the blood of a rat. After that the kittens learn quickly to become ratters.