Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

Cats







Here are the feral cats from the last blog post. The black one looks like he's winking but actually is suffering from an eye infection.



Friday, November 21, 2008

The Homeless of Pleasantville

My friend Andrea has just recently moved to Pleasantville. She has a house in a neighborhood that is full of cats. Andrea is not a major fan of cats. We share similar views on the subject. Some are great but others we could do without. Cats are on a case-by- case basis. We both prefer big, fat orange cats. Andrea always says that she’s not likely to turn into a crazy cat lady since she isn’t that crazy about cats.

The vast majority of cats on Andrea’s street are wild, with several obviously pregnant cats as well as many kittens. So Andrea does what any reasonable person living in a neighborhood teeming with an out-of-control feral cat population would do. She feeds them.

As you might imagine, the cat food does not last long once it has been placed on her front porch. Usually several cats will spot the food and stop in for a meal. Many times it will be one of the mother cats with her kittens.

Just recently Andrea was having furniture delivered to her new house. I was waiting with her for the delivery people. While we were waiting, Andrea discovered a tame kitten on her front porch. Of course he needed to be fed, so she put food out and we went back inside. I looked out the window and saw a steady stream of cats and kittens heading for Andrea’s porch.

The furniture truck arrived and we could hear the men talking as soon as they got close to the house with one of them saying, “Wow, look at all those kittens!” Andrea stood at her front door armed with a bucket of cat food as they walked up to her cat-filled porch.

Me- “I think you’re going to have a really hard time convincing anyone that you are not a crazy cat lady.”

Before I had left she had already allowed the tame kitten not only into her house but also let him sit on her new couch. I think it’s just a matter of time before she's storing dead cats in her closet.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Cats and Dogs

I live in a neighborhood that is filled with cats. Some are pets but plenty are feral cats that are fed by a local cat lover. Most of the time the cats don’t present much of a problem, other than paw prints on cars.

My friend and neighbor, Jamie, recently had some problems with a stray cat. According to her, this wasn’t a regular stray but more like a demon cat. It was a big, mangy black cat that persisted in hanging out on her porch despite the fact that she kept chasing it off. One day, Jamie looked out the window of her front door and saw the devil cat on her porch yet again. She noticed that the cat had something in it’s mouth and thought that it had a kitten. Immediately her thoughts about the cat changed and in her mind it was now ok, because it was a mom cat carrying her little baby kitten. Then she realized with shock and disgust that it was not a whole kitten but just the head of a kitten. She screamed at the cat and it ran off leaving behind the head.

She was extremely upset and wanted the head gone before her kids were traumatized so she called the police to come remove the head. They misunderstood and thought that she wanted animal control to come get a stray cat but finally managed to convey that it was just part of a cat. Since this is a small town, the police arrived quickly and removed the head from her front porch.

A few days ago I met the biggest dog I have ever seen in my entire life. This dog is a 170 pound English Mastiff. I had heard about the dog and was a bit afraid of bumping into him despite the fact that the owner said he was just a big baby. When I did encounter the dog, I was shocked to find that is was indeed an accurate description. He wagged his tail as he walked up to me and put his head against me wanting to be petted. Shortly thereafter, a woman and a little boy walked by the glass doors. The woman’s mouth dropped open when she saw the size of the beast inside. The little boy paused as well upon seeing the dog. As soon as the dog saw the boy, he went to his basket of toys and took out a ball, then running to the door to show the boy. It was so obvious that he just wanted to play.

It was really very sweet. I was telling Jamie about the dog and the boy and it brought back some of her memories.
She said,”Hey, it’s kind of like that cat, bringing me other cat’s heads.”