July 23, 2004
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More Felicity at Felony Flats
I think I already blogged about the abandoned cats at Felony Flats who I named (Smoky, Silky, and Spooky), feed regularly, and pretty much fell in love with. Silky lives at my end of the strip, Smoky stays with Spooky (who I haven’t bonded with ’cause she’s, well, Spooky) but Smoky sits on my lap in my car sometimes in between customers at my flea market stand.
I have decided to take Silky home with me, since she has not bonded with any other cats, hisses at all the ones she sees, and is chased by them–she’s kinda small. Lately, I have been hardening my heart and discouraging the more aggressive cats from being on my porch–I have a feeding station for them around toward the back of my cabin. Well, the situation got a whole lot more complicated last night.
There was this cat-crying, I checked it out, and there was this polydactyl calico in heat. She wanted some pets and affection more than food, and warily entered my cabin while Kathy and I were watching Hamlet. She welcomed all the attention, got loaded on the catnip I had put out for Silky, and just generally had a high old time exploring the cabin. But I drew the line when she jumped up on the table with my stereo and a lot of more-or-less fragile rocks on it. Anyway, after Kathy left, the cat (who I named Cassie, short for Cassandra–you wouldn’t believe how big her feet are!) came back in the cabin, jumped up on the bed and snuggled against my legs while I was reading.
I was hoping/dreading Silky would come back, to see how the two of them would get along. But she finally left, I shut the door, and a bit later, Silky came in through the wondow I leave open for her. She seemed okay with the strange cat-scent Cassie had left, but hissed and growled when she saw Cassie outside. Ideally, the two of them would get along well enough for me to maybe take them both back home for the winter, but Cassie will probably be dropping her litter in October when I’ll still be at the Flats.
So I dunno. I do know I am more grateful than ever that long ago, I decided that having kids was not worth the trouble and expense. My gosh, making decisions about cats is so agonizing–how could I ever make decisions about domesticated primates in my care?
Comments (5)
I think the best way to deal with making kids’ decisions for them is to do as little of it as possible and leave most of it up to them. That could go for cats too, I suppose, if you could be content to leave them be. Your migratory lifestyle makes that difficult.
Oh man, what a decision. I say take em both anyway and deal with it later! hehehee
kidnapping animals rocks!
I love cats too, I think if I had a choice, I would choose them over kids as well
Good luck with your big decision.
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