When I drove into the garage today, this is the sight that greeted me front and center!
And here is the rest of the story. . . .
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We have a new family in the neighborhood, perched atop Sergio and David’s long-handled dusters. Luckily, they are in a spot where my cats can’t reach them, so they’ve resorted to a rest period.
No time to blog as I have kids art camp so I’m reblogging this blog from years ago when Kukla, Fran, Ollie and Roo finally had their shots and were neutered and spayed so they could live outside. Here is their adventure:
For RDP: Cat.
For the Moonwashed Weekly Prompt: Slumber
I guess if we were going to be literal that these would be hairy friends, but why split “hares?” (No rabbits readily available.)
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When I left home this morning, brother and sister were curled up tight on their cushion on the the garage cabinet.
Feline
On the savannah or on my knee,
the difference is one of degree.
That resolution of feline will—
the stroke, the purr, the spring, the kill.
Only the size and prey may change—
the speed of spring, the chase’s range.
Stalking over rock or rill
or perched upon the window sill,
large or small or maned or not,
they are exactly as God has wrought.
Wild or domestic, the fact is that
simply put, a cat’s a cat.
A few days ago I published a story about a cat who showed up at my house, terrorized my other cats and attached itself to me like glue. Under ordinary circumstances, I would have done what I’ve done with every other animal that has come to the house or attached itself to me on my walks. I would have adopted her. But, she wreaked utter pandemonium in my house. The other cats ran from her in spite of the fact that she was half their size. When she went into the backyard to perch herself on the ledge below the upper wall, the dogs went crazy, jumping up and barking. There was nothing I could do to remove her as she was behind a stand of dense banana and ficus trees and seemed to be enjoying teasing the dogs. I had to feed the other cats inside or they ran away when she approached and she ate all their food.
I tried confining her in a large carrier for hours, thinking she’d run away when I released her. Instead she wound herself around my legs and got in front of me, threatening to trip me up with ever step I took. All day and all night long, she went from outside door to window to door of my house crying, then climbed the screens to hang, beseeching.
This went on for two days until I discovered that Yolanda was open to taking her to her home, a mile and a half away down the mountain in San Juan Cosala, so I drove her there and heard no more for two days. Then, today when Yolanda came to work, I asked her how the new cat was working out and she said very well, that he was living with her sister’s daughter. When I asked why, she remarked that Alejandra had come over to see her and immediately recognized as one of her own cats that had annoyed the neighbor and so he had taken him (I had been sure “he” was a “she”) with another cat up to the mountains and released them.
This was a long distance from her house, but just up the mountain from me, evidently, and somehow the cat found its way to my house and worked its wiles to eventually wind up back home again. Now how is that for a “The Cat Came Back” story????
In case you missed them before, here are my two other stories about the cat intruder.
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2022/09/23/intruder-my-pick-for-cwbc-sept-22-2022/
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