Feral Cat Fridays: Meet Meester Streak

Silver Streak (aka Streak, aka Meeeester Streeeek) was one of the few cats in our colony that could easily be imagined as a lap cat. Named for his two silver whiskers, he was always friendly around us. An unfortunate urinary problem and an impossibly tangled coat made him the object of our special care. He loved the attention.

Silver Streak shows off his whiskers

We noticed Streak straining to urinate early in his life and searched for a medication that might help. We stumbled on an over the counter additive that was designed to be put into a cat’s water bowl. That was an impractical way to administer anything to Streak unless we wanted to pour gallons of it into the entire colony’s water supply and hope for the best.

But Streak’s social nature saved his life. He quickly learned to visit the back porch rail for a small helping of wet food with a few drops of medication in it. A few other cats discovered the secret feeding and stopped by for treats on occasion, but Streak was always the star of the show. He seemed proud of his special status and his urinary problems cleared.

Streak on his favorite rail

Streak’s fur was prone to matting and tangling. After he became comfortable with us being so close for his medication he allowed us to clip and brush his coat as long as we worked quickly and gently. We weren’t trained cat groomers so he sometimes returned to his buddies in the colony with a patchy coat, but he never seemed to mind.

Time for another coat cleaning

And that Meeeester Streeeek name? Back when I was an undergraduate at Rice, an advisor suggested Russian as the best language to satisfy my foreign language requirement. (I never forgave him for that suggestion, but that’s another story altogether.) The class was at 8:00 AM, a hard time to make when you’ve spent the previous night in a serious game of 9-ball. Absences were common.

The instructor was a wonderful guy who had escaped the Soviet Union for a life of freedom. He spoke with a strong Russian accent that elongated most vowels and referred to everyone in the class as Mr. or Miss. One of the other students was a guy I knew whose last name was Strunk. Strunk was one of those students who could cut nearly every class and still ace the course, so he did.

Streak wonders if they serve wet food at that 8:00 class

My Russian instructor would call roll every morning, and it wasn’t long into the semester before he noticed Strunk was never there. Very nearly every roll call came to include a “Has eeenybody seeen Meeeester Strunk?”

Those 8:00 AM roll calls were burned into my neurons, so Silver Streak was Meeeester Streeeek to me.

2 thoughts on “Feral Cat Fridays: Meet Meester Streak

  1. shoreacres

    What a wonderful post. The photo of Meester Streak half covered in leaves reminded me of those spiders and such that cover themselves with bits of debris for camouflage. The Meester’s not so well camouflaged, but it’s still a good look.

    I can’t help asking: did your friend Mr. Strunk have a friend named Mr. White? I’ll bet they both showed some style!

    And here’s a tidbit that doesn’t show up in my official blog bio: I spent some time as associate pastor at Christ the King Lutheran, across from Rice, and was involved in the campus ministry there. More than a few nights, I served up beers at Valhalla. We called that ‘meeting people where they are.’

    1. Charles Prokop Post author

      It would have been the height of style if Strunk had a friend named White. Unfortunately, unless you count skill at bad puns and expertise at the pool table, style was an element in short supply among most of the folks I hung out with at Rice. I envied Strunk for his ability to stay up all night, sleep late, skip class, and still ace every subject he tackled. That was an impressive feat at Rice.

      Valhalla was an idea in the making when I was at Rice (I graduated in ’71) but I’m familiar with it. I saw many things at Rice that my non-Rice friends had trouble believing, and I have no trouble seeing you serving beer there as a Lutheran associate pastor. I’m sorry I missed it.

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