Edwina's Secretary
07-17-2002, 09:49 AM
Last night while watering in the front yard I noticed a cat in the bushes. Young, yellow, thin, having a bad hair day. He would not let us get close to him.
So we set out food and water for him. My niece and I sat inside the front door and watched. He crept out of the bushes and ate voraciously. (Perhaps you wonder where the beautiful but not too bright Edwina was all this time? She came over to us, wondering why we were on the floor, climbed around on us...walked away...came back...same thing. The third time she finally noticed the cat not five feet on the other side of the glass:rolleyes: )
When he finished he searched around for more kibbles. I decided to take more out to him. After a bit I looked out the window. Initially my heart stopped. I thought Edwina had gotten out the front door (absolutely forbidden -- it's a very busy street.) It was a beautiful gray and white kitty now eating!
What radar these animals have! I imagine Lyle (my name for the first kitty) getting out the message..."Hey...soft touch down at 6100! Free kibbles! Pass it on!"
Seriously, between the traffic and the raccoon in the back yard (raccoons will hurt and even kill cats) I need to find out if these are strays and get them off the street!
So we set out food and water for him. My niece and I sat inside the front door and watched. He crept out of the bushes and ate voraciously. (Perhaps you wonder where the beautiful but not too bright Edwina was all this time? She came over to us, wondering why we were on the floor, climbed around on us...walked away...came back...same thing. The third time she finally noticed the cat not five feet on the other side of the glass:rolleyes: )
When he finished he searched around for more kibbles. I decided to take more out to him. After a bit I looked out the window. Initially my heart stopped. I thought Edwina had gotten out the front door (absolutely forbidden -- it's a very busy street.) It was a beautiful gray and white kitty now eating!
What radar these animals have! I imagine Lyle (my name for the first kitty) getting out the message..."Hey...soft touch down at 6100! Free kibbles! Pass it on!"
Seriously, between the traffic and the raccoon in the back yard (raccoons will hurt and even kill cats) I need to find out if these are strays and get them off the street!