In my apartment complex, I keep meeting two rather beautiful neighbor
cats, at least one of which I believe is owned, although I've never met
his/her hoomin. The first is a grey classic tabby who looks as if its
wearing opera gloves, as its forelegs are white half way up. This very
sweet cat will come up to me, usually in the driveway of my apartment
and will flop over and roll on the pavement, allowing me to caress and
scratch him/her. I haven't yet been able to sex this cat, but I
suspect its a female. I do worry about this cat, as it seems to really
like being in the driveway. But she/he wears a collar, and looks well
nourished, not at all like a stray.
The other also looks as if it gets regular meals as its coat looks to
be in good condition and it's not a thin cat. It's more of a smoky
grey with siamese-like points in a darker grey shade. It too, is a
very sweet, friendly cat, whose gender I haven't yet determined. But I
had quite a social exchange with this cat the other morning on the
concrete path by my front door which gets morning sunlight. The brazen
creature flopped down and had an attack of rollies right outside my
bedroom window in full view of Francesca and Nina. Francesca reallly
gave me the cold shoulder, afterwards. =o) She evidently doesn't like
me flirting with strange cats RIGHT under her nose.
I think I must have "sucker" printed on me somewhere in writing that
only cats can see. =o)
Melissa
Christina Websell - 27 Jun 2006 00:29 GMT
> In my apartment complex, I keep meeting two rather beautiful neighbor
> cats, at least one of which I believe is owned, although I've never met
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> gave me the cold shoulder, afterwards. =o) She evidently doesn't like
> me flirting with strange cats RIGHT under her nose.
<smile>
There are not many cats around here. I occasionally see a little tuxie like
KittyFC floating across the road.
That big black cat "the enemy" who bullied Boyfie so much seems to have
disappeared. I am pleased about that as he even came into my house to chase
and bully my poor lad. It's a poor tale if we are not safe in our own house
(another grandmother phrase.)
I've only seen the old tom that I think might be Boyfriends father twice.
Either he only visits here occasionally or he is RB. He looked very old
when I last saw him and he hasn't been a visitor here for a long time.
Ah, I wish I had my camera at the time to take a pic of him when I saw him
meatloafing next door. For a moment I thought he *was* Boyfie but he didn't
have that lovely tabbyspot nosie.
It's Boyfies dad for sure.
I wonder where he is?
Tweed
> I think I must have "sucker" printed on me somewhere in writing that
> only cats can see. =o)
>
> Melissa