With the weather being mild, I keep one of the windows open all the time. This comes in handy because it allows my two cats to go in and out at will (especially since one of them refuses to go through the door). The area I live in is exceedingly safe, so I had no worries about someone getting in through that window, since it’s a tight squeeze, and I figured anyone would make a lot of noise clambering on the deck railing and the window sill to get in. My cats always do, and I didn’t think that anyone else would try. Apparently, I was wrong.
I was sitting on the couch, surfing the Dope, when I heard what sounded like one of my cat’s jumping to the floor from the window (didn’t hear any noise around the sill, like I usually do). There was two problems, however, the first is that both my cats have bells on their collars, and I didn’t hear the jingling sound of a cat bell. The second was that Heket (the mother cat) was curled up asleep on the loveseat and her kitten, Squeaker, was curled up asleep on the back of the couch. Knowing where both of my cats are, I’m understandably concerned about what made that noise.
Just as I’m getting up to see what made the noise, the cat burglar walks into the living room. We eye each other for a moment, I say, “Hello.” the cat burglar turns, runs back down the hallway and jumps out the window. Opening the front door, I grab my camera to snap a picture of the intruder. After I filled a plate with cat food and set it out for the fuzzball.
You can’t really tell from the pic, but that’s one big kitty! He/she must weigh a good 20 pounds or more.
Oooh, my kitties used to invite boyfriends back to the house all the time! One even moved in with us and slept on our bed for three days! I finally sent him home with a note attached to his collar so his owners would know where he’d been, in case he ran away from home again. Wonder which of your girls invited him…Mama or the sweet young thang?
I’ve heard that if you’re putting out food for the stray/wandering cats, you’re also putting out food for the stray/wandering rats and other hungry critters.
That benig said, that’s not only a big cat, but a pretty cute one too!
If the neighbour gives you a whole bag full of sample packs of premium dog food, don’t leave said bag of dog food outside in the driveway and go to bed.
I’m not sure either one of them invited him (I found out that he’s definately a “he” tonight). Last night, I heard Heket growling while she was in the window, I looked out and the intruder kitty was outside, so I figured it must have been Squeaker. Tonight, when I got home, the fellow was curled up on the couch on the deck, he started to run away when I approached, but I managed to convince him to stay and be petted (he quickly got upset when I stopped petting him to go inside). I put some food out for the guy, and some time later I heard Squeaker in the window growling at him, so apparently she’s not too fond of him either.
I was content to merely be a lurker here, but I’m a softie when it comes to animals. Especially since the 5th of October was the fifth anniversary of the day I adopted “Jet Jaguar”. He was kind of a stray…the people that lived across the street and down a ways owned him and his brother and a dog. But they let the cats run wild through the neighborhood which is against the regulations on a military housing area. I had just moved in and my wife had our cats, Stache and Banshee with her at her mom’s house in Minnesota. (I had just moved from Europe to the states) No furniture (it was still in transit) except for a few fold out chairs, a card table and a futon. Jet ended up outside of my door every evening begging for food. One night I came home and it was raining…he was there trying to keep dry and warm by my steps. I felt bad for him and let him in the house. The next day the lady that owned him said she wouldn’t let him back in the her house because he might have fleas. (Lady, why did you get TWO cats and let them roam free, then, let alone the big slobbery dog?) So I took Jet back home, went to the store, got some cat shampoo and gave him a flea bath. I took him back to the owners and the husband said they were moving soon and were going to just abandon him and the other cat anyway. So I kept him and renamed him Jet Jaguar from “Stinky”.
Whackiness ensued as he decided to spray every corner of my house as his territory, and when my wife arrived with the other two FEMALE cats…well, lets just say Jet had to see a vet posthaste. I would have adopted his brother too, but my wife said no more cats. I put food out for him every so often, but as mentioned before that attracted every stray cat for miles and other critters. Eventually the brother cat vanished. I think animal control got him.
If that had happened to me Tuckerfan, I might have four cats now.
Dude! I knew I liked you! We have the same dishes! Unless I’m mistaken the saucer there in the picture is Sango (brand) “Nova Black.” Tell me I’m wrong!
Honest, I’m not gay! (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) In fact, this is abot the only non-gay-yet-still-tasteful line of dishes out there.
Oh, my cat never seemed fond of the boys, either. And she was fixed. But they followed her home anyways. I even called a vet to ask what kind of hormones a cat who has been fixed for seven years is giving off that we had all these boy cats coming around in response to, and he had no idea. She was just…popular.
I’ve posted this before, but it’s worth posting again. I had the best cat in the world, an apple head siamese, named Spot. When I had to move, I couldn’t keep him so some friends who owned a house fostered him.
While living there, he gained the name Downtown Spot Brown (my last name, at the time) He got the name because they had a pet door. Every night, he would bring home five or six of his closest friends. They’d lie around in the hallway between the bedrooms and the bathroom. Anyone getting up in the night had to negotiate the mine field of sleeping cats.
When we had two cats, during winter they would sleep on the bed (electric blanket). One night woke up really cramped for space so I kiced the bludgers to give me more room- they jumped off the bed…one, two, three… hang on! They had invited their mangy feline mate from up the road to snooze on my bed!
Did Scamper sound like they were dying every time they meowed? Because Squeaker sure does. Funniest thing is that when I had all the kittens here, I gave them some leftover fish, shortly after that, I heard what sounded like the garbage disposal malfunctioning, which was odd, since I wasn’t running it. I kept poking around in the kitchen, trying to figure out what was making that noise. Then I noticed Squeaker dragging around a piece of fish nearly as big as she was, and it was her making that noise!
Yeah, all the tom needs to do is bounce on all 4 legs.
Yeah, I know. It’s on my list to do after I get my teeth fixed, the CV joint on the car replaced, part the Red Sea, etc., etc., etc.
I have no idea. My dishes are a collection of yard sale and Big Lots specials.
Riiiight. Did her attitude change if they brought her dead mice?
And today’s post out of left field comes from Duckster!
Thankfully, Squeaker doesn’t snore, but she’s a loud purrer as well. She’s also the first one to figure out that the big metal box in the kitchen contains the yummy biped food, and any time I open the door, she races over there and immediately gets under foot. (No doubt hoping to trip me up, so that she can have all the food to herself.)
Cuties!
