I Still Heart Cats....

...and I'm amazed at folks who don't. I listen to their reasons: "Cats are too sneaky!" "Cats aren't like dogs! (really?)" "Cats suck your breath! (Really?)" "Cats are scary!" "Cats stare at you!"--the list goes on...I do try to listen to find out the real issue. I remind folks, especially men, they are a gazillion times bigger than a 10 pound full grown tabby cat. I try to respect their anti-cat reasons, as long as they respect I quite heart them. That respect battle, I am so on the losing end. Oh well.

This guy is the stray (?) neighbor cat who bunks in my shed. Since at least July. I swear I've seen him on a lawn with several other cats, about a half block away. I feed the neighborhood, yet he's the only one who really stays here. Actually, I just went out to my shed. He meows, yet won't let me touch him. I can get close--especially with food in hand--yet not touch, we still have issues. I hadn't seen for a few days, until yesterday. He's clockwork for coming outta the shed when the sun comes up. I see him sit by the shed door. He sees me come out the backdoor and hightails to me--of course, I do have food in hand. Meows all the way. A chum says he's 'wanting', yet confused what to do. Some mornings he's already on my patio, staring at the back door--by the empty food dish.

Clock work. Yep.

I still heart cats....stay tuned!

Tabby in the Wisteria Thicket

See the kitty in the photo? I snapped this tonight, shortly after I arrived home from work. He (tho I think a "she") sat outside my shed door--where s/he seems to sack out part time. We did our usually stare down. I try to just inch toward him and ZOOM. The other night the cat did some stretches and I got a good view I thought to confirm the boy was really a girl, and I must be in denial. I'm wondering if the cat has babies inside the belly. When the tuxie cat I do have was pregnant, I didn't even know for sure until she had babies underneath my bed. She had them so far under my bed I had to take the box springs and mattress off to get to her. The beauty in all that was, a year before that I was recuperating from open-heart surgery and was told to not lift more than a milk jug. That mommy cat was so stick thin--I look at pictures now, and I'm surprised she even carried babies. But this cat who rents my shed....I'm not 100% sure either. I'm sure cat lives somewhere--yet just likes my bistro I provide the neighborhood. He just returns and stays. None of the other neighborhood cats do. Anyway--the cat got into my wisteria forest and felt safe--until I started to take pictures!


Stay tuned.