from the porches

stray cats

You've met Spot, a stray cat that was born on our property.

Well, Spot ended up being Bubba's cat.

Bubba and Spot were inseparable.  If you wanted to find Spot, all you had to do was find Bubba, and Spot was nearby.

Now, this is another stray cat that was dropped on our property or mosied onto our property.  I didn't name this cat because after two months, Truett and I realized our birds were not coming to the feeders.

This was a very loving stray cat. You could tell he had belonged to another family once because he was so friendly.  He wound himself around your legs when you tried to walk to the back door. 

This gray stray cat taunted Punky and Roger by sitting on the window sills outside the screened porches, while Roger and Punky sat on the window ledges inside.  And they talked to each other all the time every day.

But we made a recent decision to pack up these two stray cats and ship them to the Animal Shelter in Lake City.  I have no doubt that someone will adopt these two cats, especially, the gray one.

I was sad about it, because I am a cat lover; but I also know that this male cat would mate with the only stray female cat left on our property.  (Spot's mama) Then, before you know it, we would have ten cats, twenty cats or more.  Just like we did back in the 70's.

So for now I will stick with our two adorable but quirky house cats. . .Punky and Roger.

 

i've lost my cat

Alright.  I've been home since 3:30 and I cannot find Punky.

Well, knowing the story about how Truett locked Roger in the refrigerator the first night we had him, that's the first place I look.

But no.  Punky wasn't in the refrigerator.

Now listen.  I'm not ready to write another book about a lost cat.  No.  I just want to find Punky. 

It is now four hours later since I got home from work, and I still cannot find this little rascal.

 I have a suspicion that a chameleon that Punky and Roger played with yesterday was eaten by Punky.  That can't be good.  I imagine Punk is hiding under soft blankets with a stomach growling,  "Please help me."

But seriously, I have looked everywhere.  I've called his name.  I've looked in the laundry room where Punky likes to sleep.  I've searched in all the crooks and crannys.

And I still cannot find him.

There's only one thing left to do.

Pray.

spot and the fire pit

      

Spot is still around. I can't remember his kitten name because I thought this cat would be long gone by now.  So now his name is Spot.

      

Look at Spot stretch.  I should follow his lead.  I bet I would be limbered up for the day.

      

Oh, I'm watching Spot because this cat likes to tinkle in the sand in the fire pit.  But no more, Spot.

      

One sure fire way to keep a cat away from a fire pit is to build a fire, and that's what we did last night.

       

Since it was a rainy, dreary afternoon Truett lit the first fire in the fire pit and we sat around it for an hour at least ,watching the flames flicker and dance.

      

Then Truett decided to get silly.  "Give me a mean look, Truett.  There you go."

       

Now that look is attractive, don't you think?

      

But this is my favorite look.

      

Even Clay joined us in the cook shed and we all talked about roasting marshmallows and hot dogs over the fire and how nice it will be to sit around the fire in the fall season.

      

Because there was a nice breeze last night, we experienced no mosquitoes.  Just a quiet family night around the fire pit.

      

And I have to thank Spot for peeing in the fire pit or we would never have lit a fire so early in the year.  Surely, he won't use the fire pit as his litter box now.  After all, he's got 23 acres to do his business in.