So... this is a decidedly unexpected post. I was not planning on writing about my cat today.
Mostly because until about 2 hours ago, I didn't HAVE one.
OK. Maybe I should take this opportunity update those who may have fallen behind in current events: Yes, there WAS a cat living with me previously. Her name was Maybe and she was cute but vicious. She was my ex-By-Tor's cat, however and in the middle of October he came and took her to her new domicile. I hope she is adjusting well to the change.
A week after MaybeCat moved away, I nearly had the LIFE scared out of me by a pair of eyes peering in my window at me as I attempted to fall asleep. When I sat up in bed - no actually it was the sofa in the living room - to see WHO or WHAT was looking at me, the eyes vanished into the dark with a slamming of the trashcans on the front porch. I came to the conclusion that it must have been one of the feral cats in the neighborhood.
Over the next couple of weeks, I saw a small black cat in the yard a number of times. Just... hanging out. Not really afraid of me, but wary enough that she never came out of the bushes. A couple of times, I woke up at night to see big gold eyes watching me. I would go to the front door to find out what she wanted, but she would always leave.
Today it is raining. My brother attempted to leave for school, and a black cat followed him through the yard. She let him pick her up and bring her inside. *sigh*
I was strong and didn't bring the outside cats inside myself, but once my brother brought her in, I was done for. "Can we keep her?" he asks... thus proving to me that the "SUCKER" sign on my forhead is not really my fault and clearly a genetic flaw. He handed her to me and she purred, that little fucker. I fed her a can of tuna and she followed me around the house...
And THEN... MamaDog woke up. And wanted to know WHO WAS STEALING HER MOMMA'S AFFECTION?! The kitty panicked and bit my finger in her attempt to escape dog tongue. So now I HAVE to keep her. Observation purposes, you know. She might be rabid. I let her hang from the curtains in the bedroom yowling at the top of her lungs for about 15 minutes before I made a hammoc out of my shirt and offered to let her down. I wasn't taking any chances of her feeling trapped and biting me again, but she seems to like people OK. Just not dogs. She was transferred to a more comfortable and slighly less doggy location with success.
Now she is on my desk, having a nice nap behind the router. The dog is on the floor behind my chair, snoring contentedly. Evidently this house was meant to be in possession of one dog and one cat at all times. I'll make my brother put up signs saying she's been found, but I doubt that anyone will claim her.
If she remains in residence, I believe I will name her Ghost. She watches me intently always, and has since before I let her in and fed her. Against the dark walls of my office, all I can see of her are a pair of floating yellow eyes. I wonder if she really is a girl? Maybe when I am feeling a bit more brave I will check... My finger is still bleeding...
Mostly because until about 2 hours ago, I didn't HAVE one.
OK. Maybe I should take this opportunity update those who may have fallen behind in current events: Yes, there WAS a cat living with me previously. Her name was Maybe and she was cute but vicious. She was my ex-By-Tor's cat, however and in the middle of October he came and took her to her new domicile. I hope she is adjusting well to the change.
A week after MaybeCat moved away, I nearly had the LIFE scared out of me by a pair of eyes peering in my window at me as I attempted to fall asleep. When I sat up in bed - no actually it was the sofa in the living room - to see WHO or WHAT was looking at me, the eyes vanished into the dark with a slamming of the trashcans on the front porch. I came to the conclusion that it must have been one of the feral cats in the neighborhood.
Over the next couple of weeks, I saw a small black cat in the yard a number of times. Just... hanging out. Not really afraid of me, but wary enough that she never came out of the bushes. A couple of times, I woke up at night to see big gold eyes watching me. I would go to the front door to find out what she wanted, but she would always leave.
Today it is raining. My brother attempted to leave for school, and a black cat followed him through the yard. She let him pick her up and bring her inside. *sigh*
I was strong and didn't bring the outside cats inside myself, but once my brother brought her in, I was done for. "Can we keep her?" he asks... thus proving to me that the "SUCKER" sign on my forhead is not really my fault and clearly a genetic flaw. He handed her to me and she purred, that little fucker. I fed her a can of tuna and she followed me around the house...
And THEN... MamaDog woke up. And wanted to know WHO WAS STEALING HER MOMMA'S AFFECTION?! The kitty panicked and bit my finger in her attempt to escape dog tongue. So now I HAVE to keep her. Observation purposes, you know. She might be rabid. I let her hang from the curtains in the bedroom yowling at the top of her lungs for about 15 minutes before I made a hammoc out of my shirt and offered to let her down. I wasn't taking any chances of her feeling trapped and biting me again, but she seems to like people OK. Just not dogs. She was transferred to a more comfortable and slighly less doggy location with success.
Now she is on my desk, having a nice nap behind the router. The dog is on the floor behind my chair, snoring contentedly. Evidently this house was meant to be in possession of one dog and one cat at all times. I'll make my brother put up signs saying she's been found, but I doubt that anyone will claim her.
If she remains in residence, I believe I will name her Ghost. She watches me intently always, and has since before I let her in and fed her. Against the dark walls of my office, all I can see of her are a pair of floating yellow eyes. I wonder if she really is a girl? Maybe when I am feeling a bit more brave I will check... My finger is still bleeding...