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More cats keep appearing...
10/19/09 06:57 pmSo indoors we have Brownie, Bill, Maggie, Crystal, and Jack. Outdoors we have Lisa, her two kittens Goldie and Tiger, and her son from last year Little Boy.
A week ago I was out running another length of string for the peas, looked up, and saw a thin little cat face looking at me from behind the heat pump. "Hello, kitty," I said, and the cat said "Maow" and came out. A woefully thin little orange and black tabby tortoiseshell (I think those are called torbies) with a red collar bearing a bell wobbled up to me. She's so thin she's weak in her hind end. Poor girl!! She looks like she's a purebred Oriental Shorthair, too. I think someone in the projects behind us either moved or died (there's lots of old folks back there) and this poor little thing got thrown out to fend for herself.
I hate people.
She's very polite and sweet, and talks to you as long as you're willing to talk to her. I went in the house and got her some canned food and some crunchies on a plate, and a bowl of water, and she came up to the deck and ate decorously on the ground. I took off the collar -- it hasn't been replaced so I know she has no home. Poor thing. I've been feeding her every day, and she's beginning to put on some weight, but she's still pretty weak.
About 2 months ago a black male came up, and I mistook him for Little Boy, but this one is thin (not as bad as the torbie) and has a long coat. Not a persian, can't think of what they're called right off. So we've been feeding him too. He doesn't care about canned food, just dry food thank you.
So now we've got two more outdoor cats. Today they named themselves -- while I was talking to the torbie and she was quietly conversing back between bites of food, the name "Taffy" popped in my head. So now she's Taffy. I was reaching up to pet the long haired black cat, and for no reason at all called him "Champ". So he's Champ.
I think cats will tell you their names if you let them. I just wish these two sweet cats had homes they could go to. Maybe after Thanksgiving I'll put up some ads for them... right now is NOT a good time to try to find a home for a cat, especially not a black one.
I don't understand how someone can take a sweet little kitten, name it, raise it up as an indoor cat, even hang a collar on it, and then just throw it away. Poor little Taffy doesn't have the first clue about hunting, and neither does Champ -- otherwise they wouldn't be so thin. Champ isn't too bad, but Taffy is dangerously thin -- I don't even know for sure if she's going to make it. I wish their former owners could see them now, and I'd ask them why in the world they thought these two would be able to hunt. They've obviously been pets since they were wee babies, and never had lessons in being a predator. Neither one is very old.
I hope there's a special level of hell reserved for people like that.
A week ago I was out running another length of string for the peas, looked up, and saw a thin little cat face looking at me from behind the heat pump. "Hello, kitty," I said, and the cat said "Maow" and came out. A woefully thin little orange and black tabby tortoiseshell (I think those are called torbies) with a red collar bearing a bell wobbled up to me. She's so thin she's weak in her hind end. Poor girl!! She looks like she's a purebred Oriental Shorthair, too. I think someone in the projects behind us either moved or died (there's lots of old folks back there) and this poor little thing got thrown out to fend for herself.
I hate people.
She's very polite and sweet, and talks to you as long as you're willing to talk to her. I went in the house and got her some canned food and some crunchies on a plate, and a bowl of water, and she came up to the deck and ate decorously on the ground. I took off the collar -- it hasn't been replaced so I know she has no home. Poor thing. I've been feeding her every day, and she's beginning to put on some weight, but she's still pretty weak.
About 2 months ago a black male came up, and I mistook him for Little Boy, but this one is thin (not as bad as the torbie) and has a long coat. Not a persian, can't think of what they're called right off. So we've been feeding him too. He doesn't care about canned food, just dry food thank you.
So now we've got two more outdoor cats. Today they named themselves -- while I was talking to the torbie and she was quietly conversing back between bites of food, the name "Taffy" popped in my head. So now she's Taffy. I was reaching up to pet the long haired black cat, and for no reason at all called him "Champ". So he's Champ.
I think cats will tell you their names if you let them. I just wish these two sweet cats had homes they could go to. Maybe after Thanksgiving I'll put up some ads for them... right now is NOT a good time to try to find a home for a cat, especially not a black one.
I don't understand how someone can take a sweet little kitten, name it, raise it up as an indoor cat, even hang a collar on it, and then just throw it away. Poor little Taffy doesn't have the first clue about hunting, and neither does Champ -- otherwise they wouldn't be so thin. Champ isn't too bad, but Taffy is dangerously thin -- I don't even know for sure if she's going to make it. I wish their former owners could see them now, and I'd ask them why in the world they thought these two would be able to hunt. They've obviously been pets since they were wee babies, and never had lessons in being a predator. Neither one is very old.
I hope there's a special level of hell reserved for people like that.
