This extremely handsome fellow, or lovely ladycat (I don't know which) is who is making my cats crazy. Actually, there are three look alikes that run around here, sometimes in a kitteh pack.
I think they come from a house around the corner. I don't know that he doesn't officially have a home; I just see him a lot around here. Lately I've noticed him napping on the other covered back porch we have, the one that thankfully my cats don't watch much.
I can't do much for him; taking proper care of my own on one income is almost more than I can manage as it is. I don't have the emotional or financial resources for more.
What I can do is leave him alone, to have this porch as a safe space, out of the elements. I can provide clean water; I can put out kibble so that if a hunt isn't succesful, at least he/they don't have to go to sleep hungry. Though I appreciate the irony that his natural diet is probably very much healther than this cheap kibble.
And not least, I can absolutely hate the people who didn't bother to fix their cats that at some point, produced this litter that runs around.
But, what I can't do is develop an emotional connection with him. I don't speak to him, and he watches me carefully, ready to run. If this weren't a rental, I could do more, but who knows how long we will live here? What if the next people hate cats?
Can I just say, one more time, how much I truly hate people who are so careless with these furry lives????!!!
You see, there was a Leia Incident. She was making terrible sounds so naturally Mom and I investigated. She... She YELLED at me.
Awful, awful things. She used words I didn't even know she knew!
And no, in spite of the rumors, I was definitely NOT hiding under the pink chair. I was under the chair to.... Protect Leia, of course. From herself. I didn't want her to do anything she'd regret later.
I still don't know why she got so upset!
What Toby doesn't know is that Leia saw an outside cat through the sliding glass door. I think they are very curious about my cats.
Leia is a good girl though..she was very upset but unlike Toby, she doesn't attack from redirected aggression. She didn't quite know what to do with her frustration, so she just stood there and made scary noises.
Eric and Flynn were the first cats' blog we followed, way back. We have a special love for oranges here. Seeing them on their walks in the field, and watching them do their Potted Kitteh routines, filled us with happiness. They were such wonderful examples of mancats, truly. The world is poorer for their passing.
To their family, we can only say we feel your pain, and your loss, and we mourn with you.