Our ex-neighbors moved and abandoned their dog :mad:. My wife spent two weeks coaxing him with food until he got close enough for her to explain that he couldn’t live around here any more. He’s staying with us until he raises enough money to move out.
Poor doggy, I’ll bet living near to his former home confuses him. Why do sucky people still get loyalty from animals?
At least he has you folks to house him while he “raises money”
Ah yes. Feral kitten is definitely not living under the house, and I certainly wouldn’t consider buying cat food for her, even if she and the dog have apparently become best buddies. And there’s no chance that I’d cook a fish fillet for her, if I were to realize that I had a small squatter and no cat food. Nor would I set up a crate for a little snuggly place to sleep and a protected spot for her food and water. Or run the dryer all night when it’s really cold, and she’s out there under the house…
(I only realized she was here a few days ago. Unfortunately, people dump animals in our neighborhood a lot, because of general topography/traffic patterns, and because people suck. Little Kitty must be the survivor of the litter that I tried to capture a few weeks ago, because she was smart enough to take up residence under the house, and befriend the Big Dog. I think the owls or the hawks probably got the rest of her family - that’s usually what happens when I can’t catch the babies…)
Anyhoo, I can’t keep Little Cat. I’m dreadfully allergic. But I will at least befriend her enough to get her neutered and find a nice barn for her to live in, if she can’t be fully tamed. Maybe someone will finally buy the house next door soon, and Miss Kitty can live in one of their barns…
(I know the rules, but no photos yet. She won’t pose. Will correct situation ASAP. Pretty little calico, about 3 months old. Use your imaginations until she is more civilized.)
At the last place we lived in FL, one of our neighbors decided they didn’t want their cat any longer, so they just stopped letting him in the house, feeding him, etc. He started hanging around our place. My husband took a shine to him and he became the boat cat. (We were in the transition from Floridians to Merrylanders and while I was still in the house in FL, husband was living on our boat in Baltimore. He wanted a roomie, and he got a pretty grey and white one who purred.
You should leave only the most undesirable blankets for him to keep warm in.
Damn dogs are so lazy. They move in with you “just until I’m back on my feet” and then lie around on the couch all day. When you ask them if they even bothered to APPLY for any jobs today, they just look at you with those big puppy dog eyes and apologize, promise to do better tomorrow, and then fall back asleep on the couch.
On the plus side, they clean up spills on the kitchen floor, and aren’t picky about eating the leftovers - which is way better than my ex-husband’s friend who I finally threw out on his ass after he spent two months sleeping on the couch and eating our food with big puppy dog eyes.
Were the big puppy eyes served on the side or made into a sauce?
Clearly, the friend was eating their food with (using) his eyes, not eating food-with-eyes. Her ex-husband was friends with the Corinthian, obviously.
Leet the Wonder Dog[sup]TM[/sup] explained to me that he already has a job - three of them, in fact.
He is working as a home security consultant. And, to give him credit, he is doing a good job - the UPS guy hasn’t killed anyone in the house since Leet moved in.
He also works part-time as a personal trainer (“It’s time for Nice Walks, Grampa!”) and as the pre-rinse cycle on the dishwasher. Hand him a dirty plate, and when he gets done with it, you need only to rinse off the dog spit and put it back in the cabinet.
Apart from that, his duties are largely ceremonial, but he takes them very seriously.
Regards,
Shodan
Dude! If you name him anything at all, he’s yours. 
It’s a cat. You’re his.
Regards,
Shodan
Which is way better than my ex’s friend - no matter if he was eat with his eyes or eating them.
(Mine also act as chief comforters - if you need complete acceptance, love and adoration - no one gives it to you like your own well treated dog … well, except a stalker.)
Is he the same guy that makes the famous “soft Corinthian leather”?
It is a Plant family tradition to name orange (breeders call them ‘red’) cats Dennis.
I recall how when I first saw the rescues, sitting on a stool with their tails politely curled across their legs, wondering if they were to be eaten or give a home.
Now Perseus plops (a resounding plop) down in front of me, demanding a back rub.
Too bad she isn’t nearby(NE Kansas) My current cat is almost eleven, and he was the offspring of a feral mother. He could use another roomie to hiss at.
How is Not Donald doing?
That would be an excellent name, were Dennis not a better one for orange cats.
11 years ago, I went to the shelter to replace my dog’s lost license. I totally did not stick my head in the kitten room just for a peek, and a little black fluff ball did not attach itself to my shoulder, and is not currently sleeping next to me while I type.
Yesterday it was raining cats and dogs (heh) so I left his plate of boiled cornish game hen on the back deck instead of taking it out to the shed. He ate it (or at least something did) during the night, but I haven’t seen Not Donald today. I’m not a bit worried about him.
My children found a grey and white tabby kitten in the park abandoned by the owner. She was not allowed to come home with us. She was going to be taken to the shelter so another family could have her. She has not ended up queening around my home for the last eight years giving us dirty looks and commanding that we pet her while she eats. Nope. Not here.