My Milkshake
i recognize that i have not posted too much about our new house. perhaps it's because there are still boxes. or because the stuff that *is* unpacked is everywhere. but mostly it's because i think i'm still trying to figure it all out.
but this couldn't wait.
Ruby and King bring all the cats to our (back)yard.
seriously.
there are like 2-3 outside cats that come to our kitchen window to see Ruby and King. they sit on opposite sides of the window. i'm trying to get a picture but it's quite difficult. at first there was just one cat, who we are calling "Bob" and then this morning there was another one and another one. i think "Bob" told everyone about the hot new housecats.
in a way i feel sort of bad though...like the tough outdoor cats are mocking my WASPy housecats.
while it's cute...i'm also a little creeped out...
like, in a Suburban-Feral-Cats-Attack horror movie sort of way...
posted by jennie at
9:42 AM
3 Comments:
awww... the other kittehs wanna meet these new cats. I can imagine what Kind & Ruby are thinking??
(King)
Suburban (and big city felines too) cats who are allowed to roam *outside* wherever they wish to go? Oh-Oh, that is *such* a dangerous lifestyle for vulnerable kitties! Oy! Let me count the ways.....they can pick up evil parasites, they can get squished by a car, they can get "kidnapped" and sold by rotten humans to stinking Laboratories -- if they're not spayed/neutered they can get pregnant (our country doesn't need more millions of unwanted animals to euthanize! and last but not least, it's just not the best thing for a homebody cat, it just isn't!
I can picture how adorable the visitors are when they come over to your yard to check out the new cool-cats that just moved in, but it's still a dangerous environment for cats to be un-tethered, un-caged, blah blah, *outside* on their own. Inside their home...safe 'n sound...is wayyy the best thing for any & all of 'em. But heck, you know that Peaches....
I need to find out how to get *my* old face up in the corner there like that pretty "Kitty" person right above my rambling here.
Well, since that's my daughter I think I'll just ask her how to do it. Or I could also ask my granddaughter, eh?
That would be you, Mrs. Q.
Har Har
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