Dangerous territory
Aug. 25th, 2006 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonMinet--that's the name I've given Little Black Cat--has decided she belongs to us. We sort of suspect the other strays--White Cat and Russian Blue--have homes, they just prefer the line of chow we're doling out. But Minet never leaves. She's given up wild for full-on luvvy duvvy, is now sleeping on the porch, and never leaves the front yard further than the side of the house, and since I've crossed into the dangerous territory of actually giving her a name, I think she's right. Because of the bird, she can't come in or she'd be a fully adopted, totally indoor cat. As is, we'll do the best we can for her. Which means one of these days real soon we're going to take her to the vet and get her fixed. Even if she never forgives us and runs away again, she'll be better off than she would be having litter after litter of kittens.
She's such a sweet little thing. Once she got friendly, we discovered that the little white patch on her chest is matched by a couple of white spots on the belly, and she's got the sweetest little face. And she really loves her scritchies, even to the extent of allowing me to scratch her belly searching in vain hope for an incision scar. Winnie came to me already fixed, but I don't suppose one can hope for two such miracles in one lifetime.
When winter comes we'll have to make a bed for her in the garage. Here on the coast it can get chilly, but not freezing like inland. Maybe as cold as the 40s some nights. I wish to hell we could bring her in, but Bird was here first and has to get first preference. Also, this isn't my house. So we do the best we can.
She's such a sweet little thing. Once she got friendly, we discovered that the little white patch on her chest is matched by a couple of white spots on the belly, and she's got the sweetest little face. And she really loves her scritchies, even to the extent of allowing me to scratch her belly searching in vain hope for an incision scar. Winnie came to me already fixed, but I don't suppose one can hope for two such miracles in one lifetime.
When winter comes we'll have to make a bed for her in the garage. Here on the coast it can get chilly, but not freezing like inland. Maybe as cold as the 40s some nights. I wish to hell we could bring her in, but Bird was here first and has to get first preference. Also, this isn't my house. So we do the best we can.