I’m determined that the last post tonight will not be negative...
Since moving in The Optimist and I have noticed that our cul-de-sac has a couple of cats roaming around. There is one in particular that I’ve seen around a lot, who is particularly cute and fluffy, that we have really taken a liking to. He isn’t particularly friendly; when I see him in the street I bend down to say hello and rather than being greeted with the cold indifference that only a cat can pull off, he runs away from me. I call him The Midnight Cat.
Incidentally, The Midnight Cat is not the only four-legged animal in our house. Months ago, The Optimist told me that during the night one night he woke and felt a warm weight on his chest. He pushed it off and went back to sleep. He woke up again and heard a scuffling around on his desk; turning on his lamp, he was face to face with a rat. A big one. He then remembered the weight on his chest and shuddered (and while retelling the story to me, he shuddered visibly again, bless him). He spent the better part of an hour, in the middle of the night, trying to get the rat out of his room but to no avail.
The Midnight Cat is so named because he always comes over to our place late at night, walks straight into the house and circles our feet when we are in the kitchen doing the dishes, purring. The Optimist and I have started to give him little pieces of bacon or ham so that he’ll come back because, in The Optimist’s words, he’s “always wanted to befriend a cat”. Also, The Optimist figures that if The Midnight Cat makes his visits more frequent, then the Midnight Rat will piss off and stop jumping on him in his sleep.
The photo below shows The Optimist’s hand, feeding The Midnight Cat some bacon.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The Midnight Cat
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This cat has a collar, I see. Feeding other people's cats is really a little bit naughty, you know. It's sort of cat-napping, but not in the sense of having a sleep. When the cat is coming round to your place for food, maybe its owner (or at least: responsible human and feeder) is home alone pining for it. And even if this starts off with the cat just dropping by for a midnight snack when the o/rh is asleep, that's the THIN END OF THE WEDGE...
He's a she. That colour is sex linked ;)
I'm not a fan of wandering kitties, but it is always nice when something wants to be near you, even if it is only for your preserved meats.
*Lol*
That's what I said about the colour!!
And I'm not a fan of kitties being able to wander either, but maybe the "responsible human" isn't so responsible....maybe the Midnight Cat is wandering because it's not being fed enough at home?
I still think it's most likely that the responsible (or not) human is just asleep.
Look, I've fed other people's cats in my time, but funnily enough my attitude changed once I had my own cat. Otherwise, how can you tell if they are eating well? etc etc And (more selfishly) God knows it's hard enough to get a quid pro quo of affection out of a cat, and even harder if it is out getting playing the field.
The tragic side of this is that when I was about Dan's age, I seduced a cat from the people across the road. They said they didn't mind because it had just wandered into their place too. About a year later, I thought it must be eating elsewhere when it lost its appetite. In my ignorance I failed to detect until too late that it was in fact dying of a fur-ball.
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