Cats

We have inside cats and we have outside cats. The outside cats range from friendly to feral. They think they are from Masterpiece Theater because we have Upstairs and Downstairs cats. 

The Upstairs bunch will eat just outside of the kitchen area. I count every morning. 5 tuxedo -- 4 of them shorthair. Two of them are twins, one is Checkers and the other has been there for years and I still don’t know who it is. They are not procreating, so all is well. One of the twins will drink out of her paw, the other just has to have her paw in the water as she drinks. One of the other two will roll around and twitch and make you believe she is seizing until you go to check on her and she will take off. The long-haired tux is Shilo. She is our stalker and will follow you around if she can. She also greets all the new puppies and explains to them why you shouldn’t tease an old cat. They learn quickly from her. Kim and Flash are gray tabbies and then there is Conan. Conan is compact like a little tank. He was spoiled when Ms. Linda was working with us and he has to have some canned food on the A/C unit every morning. When he is finished with that he heads Downstairs.

Downstairs is the outside cat safe area and feeding station. Ms. Purrfect is a brown, puny tabby who has been here longer than I have. She will meet me on most mornings when I take the food. T-Rex was gone for about a month before we saw him again after releasing him. He is certainly there to stay now. Kimba is a beautiful Siamese mix who wants to be tame but can’t figure it out. By the time I get to them Conan is already poised to raise a stink down there, after he ate Upstairs. I have to scold him every morning. 

So --- 8 and 3 ----- 11 outside cats, and all is well. These guys know when they can ramble in the dog enclosures and when they can’t. If the dogs are locked inside because I am cleaning, some of the cats will explore but they know enough to leave before we LET THE DOGS OUT -- woof woof.

All creatures are amazing. I could go on about just our outside bunch for hours. They hunt, they play, they are alert and see and hear things we never do. They love each other and they fight. They can hear you rattle a bag of treats from miles away. ----- I wonder where they go, I wonder how they think and what they would say to us if we could only understand them.

Share some cool cat stories (comment below), please --- I know you have them and we won’t think you are a crazy cat person. The POOP