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By ana (Thu Jul 03, 2008 at 12:31:37 PM EST) critters (all tags)
Apparently we're the crazy queer cat people.


So lately, like the last couple weeks, there's been a small orange cat seen around the neighborhood, often at dusk or later. Seems like a couple weeks ago now that one neighbor brought him to our door, where he hissed and bucked and bit because our dogs were barking at him, to see if he was ours.

This past week he's been seen a bit more often, and has approached another neighbor, R, who knows we have cat[s]. So she wanted to know if he was ours.

Well, no, but he could be...

So toxicfur dispensed some advice on the subjects of approaching and luring of cats, and gave R a couple cans of Fancy Feast we happened to have around.

Nothing, for a couple days, except we saw him lurking in tall-ish grass in one yard on our walk.

Last night as the Red Sox were snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, I thought I heard knocking someplace; tv was on kinda loud, so not to worry too much. Then the doorbell rang. Now the back door opens off the driveway, and we use it kind of a lot, so sometimes people come there; it bongs once while the front door bongs twice, but I can never remember which is which and I rarely hear either one.

So I went to the front door, opened the screen, and our alreadycat, Silas, zoomed in. "Well, I don't think you rang the doorbell," I told him.

And sure enough, there was R at the back door, with the orange cat at her heels. He'd showed up at her door, she'd fed him, and aside from a certain fear of predators, scarfed the food down. He was then happy to follow her wherever, so she brought him to our house.

So toxicfur went out on the porch and picked him up. He was cuddly enough, so it's clear he's been around people before. He was very thin, probably pretty young, male, and as yet unfixed. So it's possible somebody dumped him in our neighborhood a couple weeks ago, and he's been trying to survive on mice and handouts. There are also coyotes in the neighborhood, though, so it's not all that safe for him out there.

Of course we took him in. R says she'd be making posters today with a description of the cat, and talking up the neighbors to see if anybody's missing one.

We fed him another can of cat food, which he devoured. ("Hungry kitty is hungry!") He's affectionate enough, and if I'm sitting on the floor, he's happy to sit in my lap and cuddle some. When he gets overstimulated, though, he bites, and it's not a friendly "that's enough" kind of a nip like Silas uses, it's a full-on bite.

We put him up in our spare bedroom with his own catbox, a water bowl, and a bowl of dry food overnight, and again today (after feeding him fancy feast wet stuff for breakfast).

In some ways, I hope he finds his people again soon. In other ways, I kinda hope we get to keep him. The other critters were not happy there was somebody in that room getting special food and stuff, but they'll adjust. And he gives back when the Jack Russel gets after him (which only makes her the more aggressive), but we've gotten her to stop chasing Silas, and I'm pretty sure we can do that again with the new cat, if he stays.

So he needs a name. So far the suggestions are Spike (he comes out mostly at night) and Hobbes ("I forget, when he's like that [on his back with his belly exposed] that five of his six ends are pointy."). I think we prefer actual names to stuff like cat5 or cat6 (where is terpia anyway?). Or, quoting the #husi channel from this morning

<lm> I found out this week that Miss E's brother named his cat JXZ50
<lm> Now his wife is pregnant and Miss E fears for the results
For several years, toxicfur's critters had names of five letters beginning with S: Sadie, Silas, Sasha, Simon, Sarda (a rat), Sabre. The last two critters who adopted us are Rs: Rocky and Rusti (actually Rusti Sue).

Anyway. I'm looking forward to the holiday weekend. And Sunday is toxicfur's birthday. We don't really have plans, exactly, beyond going out to dinner. We surprised each other a couple weeks back when she allowed as how she wanted to sleep in on her birthday instead of going to church; while I had thought of taking in a weekday mass on my birthday. Some things may look similar without being alike at all.

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There is only one Hobbes by yankeehack (2.00 / 0) #1 Thu Jul 03, 2008 at 01:02:20 PM EST
and he says "I'm flattered, but no, especially not an orange cat."


"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB

awwww by cam (2.00 / 0) #2 Thu Jul 03, 2008 at 01:04:16 PM EST
if I'm sitting on the floor, he's happy to sit in my lap and cuddle some

cam
Freedom, liberty, equity and an Australian Republic

update... by ana (2.00 / 0) #3 Thu Jul 03, 2008 at 02:15:47 PM EST
he escaped during the day by clawing a hole at the corner of the window screen, and climbing or jumping down from the 2nd story balcony. "What a stupid cat," said R, as she helped look for him. "Doesn't he know when he has a good thing?"

Found again, though, just before the daily deluge.

Food?

OMG Yum!

"And this ... is a piece of Synergy." --Kellnerin

Now that's cool by Phage (4.00 / 1) #4 Thu Jul 03, 2008 at 10:32:25 PM EST
Crazy queer cat people ? You have created a whole new genre !

Unfixed? by hulver (4.00 / 2) #5 Fri Jul 04, 2008 at 12:42:53 AM EST
Randi.
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