That was me after the football game on Friday. Driving home on Liberty St.–late–just past SkyLanes, I spotted a cat in the road…putting at least one of its nine lives on the line…and had to swerve to avoid being the deliverer of that fate. I pulled into the space by the car wash, fished out my flashlight and went back to find the endangered creature, to no avail. Just as I got there the cat disappeared into the soybeans (nice crop, Donnie) and refused to come out. After walking back and forth for awhile, I gave up and went home, hoping that the fortunate feline had found a safer spot somewhere. I even went back there on Saturday to see if it was still hanging around or had gone to that Big Litterbox in the Sky. No sign. Oh well….
So what is this tale about? Since the passing of Bad Mama Cat–she of the questionable morals and/or tastes in boyfriends–I have been hoping that some unhoused feline might show up on the porch–only SonnyBoy and Lily are out there regularly now–and decide to stick around.
Mama Cat is pushing up red blossoms in the front flower bed. So far, nobody else has shown up…skunks and raccoons and possums don’t really count, nor does the blue jay which comes up to eat the cat food that is sitting out( the jay does take the time to leave a deposit–not something one would take to a bank–on the porch rail). The ‘coons even take the time to wash their ill-gotten gains in the cats’ water dish, but nobody sticks around.
We have chairs for sitting on (people or pussycats), we have four boxes suitable for “holing up” in when the weather turns inclement–heat, when it comes to that and an exclusive single apartment in back of my rocking chair (no smart cracks about that, Dog People). We also have a heated water dish–presented by the PorchKitty Fan Club and much-appreciated–that stays liquid all winter, rather than being a skating rink for Woodstock wanna-be’s. What we do not have is more porch kitties.
I did spot what was probably SonnyBoy, or maybe Garfield from across the street, snoozing on the brand-new cushions on the BACK porch, which is not really open for tenancy right now.
Somebody is not getting the message here.
If anyone can get their hands on that Liberty Street wanderer (without injury)and get him/her to my front porch, bring ‘em on. The indoor kitties don’t give a rat’s fanny but I think that SunnyBoy and Lily would be glad of the company.
