I shouldn't say this about one of my own kids. But, She is a bitch. She owns the hallway and you have to go down the hallway to get anywhere. If she was in a good mood she would let the other cats pass without trouble. Just a snarl or two. She has tortured Oreo, my youngest for the most part of her life. Oreo is the black and white cat in my blog picture . " Overs"
Oreo has just learned this month that the bed is a pretty good place to be. I met Oreo at 5 Am in the morning. I opened the door to go to work and there in front is a box just about knee high. It held Oreo. Well I won't tell you what my first name was for her was. But I am sure you can guess. She was put high enough that I could not step on her. It was thought out. She has also become one of my two food cats.
Meout is the other one. He is all boy. He is only one year old about the same age as Oreo and three times as big. But he has a heart of gold. And for that heart of gold he gets brushed every night. I know he would not want that to get out into the neighborhood. But I can tell you.
I was helping some friends out. They had just moved from the other side of the mountain and need a place to stay.
That's cool, only one rule. No Pets.
The wife wore me down with wanting a dog and I gave up to a cat. Her husband did not help me a damn bit. It was on my shoulders and I cracked. But I got another Cat. Meout. She kept him locked up in their bedroom and was afraid my big cats would hurt him. She is right , they would have. But that is what cats do then they settle down. They become family.
Anyway, he would lay on the other side of the door and his little paw would stick out and I could swear he was saying " Me Out" When she was gone , he was out.
Two weeks later that cat was mine. I think it pissed her off but I did not have to worry about anymore pets.And I got another Cat.
In all my years of living I cannot remember a time I was given a cat. We just always found each other. I think they did more finding than I did. I usually just had to open a door. Or walk home from the a&w with a bucket of chicken. My two kids before this group used to be the neighbors cats. One in front of me and one behind me. In time they brought the cats over and said I might as well keep them. They said Two Dude would climb the curtains trying to get out. And yes there was a Dude. Same color and same skinny ugly body.
I have told you about midnite. She is pure black and sleek and a good looking cat.
She never laid on the bed, she was her own cat. That's Cool
After losing Christine, It was not two weeks and Midnite was sleeping on the bed. We comforted each other I think. She holds a big place in my heart. But I love that little Bitch just as much.
I have been home for almost 4 hours and still no Bitch. I would call her Princess but she does not answer to that. Maybe that is why I cannot find her. I cannot run around the yard and neighborhood calling " Here bitch, Here Bitch." See what I mean?
Hey if you are not going to love them and take care of them. Then why would have them ? They are Family
I could tell you where I found everyone of them when it was their time. I can tell you I was sad but not a bad sad. A gentle sad.
I am realistic, I know I am going to lose cats. They are cats. But the ones you don't find , they hurt awhile. You either wish they found a new home or the end was quick. I ain't kidding myself, they did not go find a new home.
So I will worry and I will wait. Just like a Father waiting on a child to get home. Man is she going to be in trouble ! Yeah Right.
Not trying to be a downer or anything. I am just thinking and this is what I do when I think and I wait. And go out and look around once in awhile.
And I will call her Princess. I may get lucky
