Casper the Commuting Cat: The True Story of the Cat Who Rode the Bus and Stole Our Hearts (14 page)
Authors: Susan Finden,Linda Watson-Brown
Tags: #Non-Fiction, #Biography
These were lovely sentiments. I was delighted that people were taking time out of their busy lives to write to me; the least I could do was repay the compliment. I wrote back to every single person who contacted me by post, and tried to tell him or her interesting little things about Casper, so that they would feel as if they knew him.
The media coverage continued: I was contacted by women’s magazines, pet magazines, columnists and websites. Casper’s fame was growing, but he was the same cat to me. He was still naughtily stealing food, not always washing, not paying attention to me and disappearing for hours on end. At least I now knew what he was up to when he disappeared. One of the newspaper articles worked out that if the drivers were telling the truth about how often he was on the bus and how far he rode, he had already travelled about 20,000 miles.
The stories kept coming and I was getting to hear more and more, although the information came in snippets. People all over Plymouth were talking about Casper. One woman I knew who worked on the taxi buses, was laughingly discussing his adventures when a passenger said that she saw him lots and had never really thought anything about it until she read his story in the paper. That appeared to be of the experience of many locals. Perhaps it’s part of the British desire not to get involved. If Casper’s appearances on the bus were treated as normal by everyone else, then no one wanted to be the first to draw attention to him So, in turn, everyone thought it was fine, and Casper believed that he was entitled to go about his daily journey without interruption. I was so lucky that he always seemed to be meeting the right people and that he had never once come across some ‘Jobsworth’ who thought that little Casper shouldn’t be on public transport and kicked him off.
The Casper phenomenon was particularly strange for Chris, as he wasn’t around very often. He had to take long-distance jobs as and when they came up; he never knew if he would be in Scotland or Spain from one week to the next. He would tell people a few bits and pieces about what our strange cat was up to, but, to begin with, they all thought he was pulling their leg. Once they started reading about it in the
Sun
, the
Guardian
, and pretty much every other paper in the country, they realized that, bizarre though it may have sounded, he was telling the truth.
Once, when Chris was driving to France, he had the radio on and heard Sarah Kennedy on Radio 2 talking about Casper. That’s my cat, he thought proudly. It didn’t change their relationship. Cassie didn’t suddenly develop airs and graces; he was still the same boy who jumped into the car beside Chris as soon as he pulled into the drive after a trip away.
Casper made people happy: me, Chris, the drivers, everyone who read about him Despite the redundancies, the constant talk of recession and the unemployment figures rising, he put a smile on people’s faces. Rob said to me at one point that life’s just too serious. Lightness helps us all and you need to find happiness wherever you can. Casper gave everyone a bit of a break and reminded us that we can still find a bit of fun in our day-to-day lives.
He was taking it all in his stride but I wished that someone had told
me
what to expect and how to deal with it. There seem to be no guidelines handed out to people who are suddenly thrust into the media spotlight, and I would have welcomed some dearly.
Casper
Assume that everyone
is
a good person – yes, they may want to write a story about you; yes, they may want to take your photograph, but as this will not interfere with the important things in life (such as riding buses or napping), allow them access. After all, it’s no skin off your whiskers.Do not
be
embarrassed or shy about the barter side of the deal – every celebrity has their price and, in my experi ence, most journalists are perfectly happy to engage in a spot of belly-rubbing, ear-scratching or coat-brushing to prove that they are fundamentally decent, if misrepresented, individuals.Leave all the tricky stuff to your person – in fact, don’t even concern yourself with the things that take up so much of their time, such as deadlines, phone calls and suchlike. A cat may have nine lives, but none of them is meant to be stressful.
Give your person a little comfort in return – they seem to become inordinately stressed about the way in which their head fur should be fashioned, whether they are required to paint bright colours on parts of their faces and if their costume is ‘just right’. When they seem to be running around not achieving anything, jump on any pile of clothes they have discarded and roll on your back. They will be delighted, even if such delight seems to result in them running about even more and shriek ing a little.
When the doorbell rings, run away – you may even wish to ‘hide’ somewhere they can see you quite easily, but find themselves unable to access. I’m sure that everyone finds this as funny as I do.
If you are expected to perform – for example, I have been asked to pose for pictures beside the wrong bus, and board a bus when it is clearly not the one I’m waiting for – be gracious. You will be repaid very soon, usually in the form of turkey roll and cuddles.
After a while, when the attention has quietened down, your person will invite you to ‘listen to this’, or ‘come and watch this’. For these purposes, you are expected to sit beside them while they read to you from a newspaper or put the noisy picture box on. Every so often, they will say your name excitedly, showing the simple side to their nature, for we know that the more interesting activities would be to roll on the newspaper or hit the picture box with our paws every time something moves.
Do not change your behaviour – this is not because people will say that fame has gone to your head, but because dogs will laugh at you. Need I say more?
Of course, Casper wasn’t the only cat who had gained fame for his travels, nor was he the only one who had discovered the pleasures of riding on the bus. A couple of years before Casper became famous, I read about a white cat called Macavity who was in the papers because he liked to get on the bus from Walsall to Wolverhampton most mornings and ride for 400 metres to his favourite fish and chip shop. Passengers commented that he was the perfect passenger: he was quiet, minded his own business and never distracted the driver – just like Casper. I wondered whether he and Macavity had known each other at some point earlier in their lives and discussed their love of buses.
They weren’t the only cats who had hit the headlines. I recalled reading about another called Kofi who’d gone missing for nearly four years. His owner had moved house from Nottingham to Sheffield, and, though she desperately missed her lovely cat, she’d given up hope of ever seeing him again. Little did she know that Kofi was both adventurous and determined. After he was picked up by the RSPCA wandering around Ipswich, looking lost and undernourished with an infected flea bite, they checked to see if he was microchipped. He was, and was soon reunited with his delighted owner. I guess that Casper clocked up a lot more than the 120 miles Kofi was estimated to have gone in his travels, but he did much of it in the luxury of a number three bus.
Plenty of other cats have been returned to their human families years after going missing, such as Dixie from Birmingham who took nine years to find her way back. Her mum said that her personality hadn’t changed one little bit since the day she disappeared, but I wonder whether these creatures have experiences that scar them in one way or another. For a domestic cat to survive in the wild for such a long time is a miracle – perhaps they are taken in at some point by another family, or perhaps they are the lucky ones. Whatever happens, it always lifts my heart when I read or hear of another little moggy finding its way home to the ones who love him or her.
Perhaps the most impressive journey of all that I’ve heard of was that of Sandi, the ginger and white cat from Portsmouth. When he went missing one Friday, his owners were frantic because he’d never disappeared before. They handed out leaflets and put up posters everywhere, hoping against hope that someone would have information about where he was. They couldn’t quite believe it when they got a call three days later to say that Sandi had indeed been found – in Spain!
He had been discovered onboard a P&O ferry,
The Pride of Bilbao
, on a Saturday night sailing from Portsmouth to the Spanish port. It was thought that Sandi got into a car that had then driven onto the ferry, then hopped out when it arrived in port. Thankfully, he had been chipped and was returned to his owners, otherwise the poor thing would probably have been put down, as no one would have known where he’d come from or whom he belonged to, and there may have been a fear of rabies. As it was, he was treated like a VIP, with a cabin to himself for the return journey home and meals of chicken and salmon. One report said that most of the staff had been in to give him a cuddle and would be sad to see him go.
Although there are always bad apples in the bunch, Britain is generally a nation of animal lovers, and I find that we do reach out our hearts to cats, dogs and all sorts of other creatures. When we stumble across them by accident, and somewhere we don’t expect to see them – a bus or a chemist’s shop, for example – it’s such a lovely surprise that I believe our good nature takes over and we can’t help but show kindness and affection.
Once Casper’s story started to get so much attention, I became interested in finding out more about other creatures who’d undertaken strange trips. I found more than I could have imagined and I’d love to share a few of them with you.
Throughout history, cats have done the most amazing things. Often their journeys are undertaken not out of curiosity or because they are lost, but to meet more basic needs, such as finding their kittens.
Over a hundred years ago, there was one remarkable creature called Daisy. Although apparently born in Ireland, Daisy was left at a transportation company in Oswego, New York, by some passengers who had left their homeland in 1871. Daisy was regarded as a welcome addition to the buildings, as she was an excellent rat catcher.
Rather like a lot of ladies with careers, Daisy was caught out by nature. One day it was discovered that she had given birth to two kittens, but, for some reason, she had disappeared. This was very strange behaviour, as the babies were barely a week old.
Daisy had been known for her lovely nature and diligence, so it seemed very peculiar that she would go against what her body would be telling her and abandon her little ones. One gentleman who worked for the transportation company, the rather appropriately (or inappropriately) named Mr Pigeon, took the kittens home and tried to raise them Sadly, without their mother’s attention or milk, they died.
Many, many weeks later, one of other workers in the company was crossing a bridge at the depot when he met – as is reported in a journal of the time – ‘the living skeleton’ of Daisy. The same report tells that she was covered in mud, torn and bruised, with her tail almost worn off. She headed straight for the office where she had left her babies all those weeks ago and ‘wauled’ for them. Her poor heart must have broken as she searched high and low for the little mites who had by then passed on. She was comforted by those who worked at the company but she wouldn’t settle.
Some time passed, and a ship came in from Ogdensburg, a place one hundred miles north-east of the depot. The captain saw all the fuss that was being made of Daisy and informed the workers that when he’d last left Oswego, he’d found Daisy was on his ship by mistake. He had put her ashore in Ogdensburg, not knowing what else to do. Apparently, she’d walked all the way back to Oswego, where she’d left her babies, no doubt panicking the whole way over the fate of her little ones. It may have happened well over a hundred years ago, but the power of a mother’s love comes across to this day. I so wish that Daisy’s tale had a happier ending.
More recently, a little male cat called Kuzya, who lived in Siberia, had the most amazing journey. He was only two years old when his family lost him They were living in another part of Russia for the summer holidays and thought the best thing to do was to take Kuzya along, but he ran away in a place called Yakutsk before they returned home to Olenyok. Incredibly, he turned up on their doorstep three months later – thin, exhausted, with bite marks and his claws worn away to almost nothing. Kuzya’s trek home had involved him walking 1,300 miles across Siberia, through woods and hills, crossing rivers and lakes – which rather puts Casper to shame!
