Two Days Ago:
“So, honey. There’s another cat hanging around.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw him of course.”
“Him?”
“Well it’s ginger. I’m assuming it’s a boy.”
“You are not allowed to keep this one.”
“I’m sorry, but if it’s in my yard, hungry and cold, I’m going to feed it.”
“How do you know it’s hungry? It might be an accomplished hunter.”
“He was trying to catch a chicken. They had him bailed up against the side of the shed. He obviously wasn’t counting on our attack chickens.”
“Do not feed it.”
“Too late. Anyway, I’m almost sure it won’t come back.”
“But you FED it.”
“Yeah. I seem to be like a magnet for stray cats. I’m still almost sure that it won’t come back.”
This morning:
“Your cat is back.”
“The ginger one?”
“Yep. I just saw it run across the yard.”
“Well, I’d best go put some food down. He’s probably hungry again.”
THIS. This is why I love you so much! We do the same sorts of things. And what’s one more mouth, right? We had 7 cats at one time a couple years ago. They’re not really any more work than 5.
Exactly. One more cat, especially an outside cat, that’s practically no drama at all.
The word is out, all stray cats are welcome there. The ginger cat is heading off to tell the others before he comes back for another meal.
How many cats do you have now?
I have five cats now – if the Ginger hangs around, that will make six. Wolfgang was sitting glaring at the opening to my chicken shed earlier though, so I don’t think he’s too happy about an interloper. I carried him inside and left food down anyway, because I’m soft.
You are a wonderful human being.
You can get ginger girls…I have one. 😉
I had a ginger girl too. Crazy-ass cat too.
Love this 🙂
Veronica, Saviour of stray cats 🙂
My theory is that cats are plotting to take over the world, starting in Tasmania. There’s a strong cell (of 6, it has varied but tends to even out around 6 without me even trying!) here, and by the looks they’re starting a Midlands chapter with you… Dun-dun-duuuuun! ;D
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