This entry will be about the legitimate Cats of this household, (I do have a bunch of feral cats around this place). The first of these is Dad's ol' cat "Missy", in the picture below.
Missy is a calico cat that was born around 1993, so she is getting up there in age. As you can see from the photo, she is a bit of a ham, (she was worried about me getting her best side). Dad found Missy abandoned in a Public's supermarket parking lot as a kitten. She was just a little fir ball when he found her. Well, Dad spoiled the cat and made it think she is the only one in the world. Dad use to let Missy ride on his shoulders when she was a kitten, and she stills tries to do that with me now. Missy was a yard cat until just last year. We never had to worry about her leaving the yard. She was never seen crossing the roads, although she was seen at times at Joe's house, (the neighbor just south of me) on a number of occasions.
This last year, when I took Missy to the vet she was diagnosed with feline leukemia. We caught it in time and now she is fed an interferon called Roferon. So fall she is healthy otherwise and she shows no sign of sickness. She could live several more years with feline leukemia and not have any effects. But because of the feline leukemia, Missy is now an indoor cat. No, she doesn't like it, and yes, she complains bitterly to me every chance she gets. I have been taking her out on a leash, and she gets around on a leash very well, (the trick is to get a body harness type, something that doesn't pull at their neck. Something pulling at their neck causes that lay still reflex). Missy also doesn't understand why the other cats are there too. She has set up with me many a night trying to bribe me into finding the others a good home or even a vacant lot. What Missy fails to realize is: She ain't got no leverage.
Figaroe
The next cat on the forum is Figaroe. I have had Figaroe for going on 9 years now. She was about two years old when I found her in 97, so I put her birth at around 95. Figaroe took up residence on the front porch of this house in 97 when Dad still lived here. Figaroe is a Bombay breed. These cats have very sweet dispositions. I would come to visit Dad and Figaroe would be there. I would give her a hand full of Missy's cat food when I left each time.
This was a period when Dad was bed bound so Dad didn't have anything to do with her. While visiting Dad, and Leslie was there, I overheard them discussing about having to take her off so when I left Figaroe left with me. At the time I lived in an aloft apartment in Grantville, so Figaroe learned how to become a house cat.
When I accepted an over the road position with a trucking company, Figaroe learned how to become a truck cat. It was when we were traveling down I-70 in Kansas that Figaroe decided to crawl up my leg and I was wearing shorts that we decided that Figaroe should become a de-clawed Trucking cat, (it made my legs happier).
Figaroe was the first cat that I had leash trained. She is a good teacher.
Denis
The second cat I "owned" was Denis; Denis is an Oriental/Assyrian mix breed. He showed up at the back door in the winters of 2001 as a kitten. He was just a little fir ball with a hole in his left-hind leg. I doctored it and he ended up staying. I came up with the name Denis because he can be a "menace". He will get into everything. While Dad still lived here, Denis and him where buddies. Denis has a knack of jumping up on people and if it is bare skins under his paws he wouldn't use claws. Myself, or Dad has never been clawed by Denis. Now the furniture is another matter.
Denis is a very skittish cat. Let someone else come to the house and Denis will hide. I believe for a while people would think I was touched because I kept talking about this cat that didn't exists, or that was never seen. I started catching him before company came so I could at lease show him off. As you can see from the picture, Denis really didn't want his picture taken and was trying to get away. He does make a great watch cat. When ever anyone comes to the house, Denis goes hides. So when I see Denis run off to hide, I know I have company.
Buddy
Buddy is the "Last" addition to the family. Leslie acquired Buddy for her children from a friend. Well, Buddy liked to track up the cars so Buddy became persona non gratis at the Carroll's household. So that's how Buddy came to live with me. My niece thinks I am taking care of Buddy for her. Just wait until I hit her with a kennel bill.
Buddy stayed small as a kitten, and at the time I believed that I may have gotten a munchkin breed. When he had this sinus infection, Buddy couldn't smell and would wait until the other cats started eating something before he would. Then he had a way of forcing his whole body into the food dish to cover it so the others wouldn't get any. Buddy is very aggressive. When I found out that Buddy had feline leukemia , he only weighed 5 lbs. Sense then he has doubled his weight, but not his size. You can't really tell from the picture but Buddy is nearly around as he is long.
Buddy tries to bond with me but we seemed to have trouble with that. Buddy doesn't know how to retract his claws, and I have the claw marks on me to prove it. Those claws are fixin' to go.
Well, there you have it; the legitimate cats of my household. Now as far as the feral cats are concern I have seen plenty, almost too many, and they are getting under the house and somehow in the attic. At times it sounds like someone is walking around in the attic. I believe it is cats, because the alternative is that I now have a haunted house. And if it is haunted and the poltergeist is Dad, well, that is just too bad. I'll get some sort of Voodoo priest in here and make Dad help me clean up this mess he made.
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I hope it's the "C' and not the "R" in the attic.
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