We have 2 new family members. They don't yet have names, but Halloween came early here when an orange and a black cat showed up. Actually, they were part of a family of 6 kitties and a mom. We're not sure how they found their way here, but we're guessing they came from someone's home because they were pretty tame. Possibly our neighbor?
Mom and 4 of the kitties have since disappeared.
Two timid little ones remain, just outside the door where our 15-pound attack dog can see them and get agitated. She tries to go near them and their claws come out. It's actually quite funny. The little kitty flies across the deck, hissing.
When asked what we should name the cats, the kids suggested: "poop" and "butt." Nice, huh?
Anyhow, Farmer Boy called me quite excited a few days ago. "I caught the kitty," he said.
He used a net to nab him and then stowed him away in a pet carrier with a bowl of milk. Each time the kids tried to get near him, he hissed.
Captivity lasted one night. The munchkins brought the kitty onto the porch. Our attack dog went crazy that night, barking to protect her turf.
The next morning, we were greeted by the stench of cat poop from inside the carrier on the porch. I said the cat had to be let free.
A. I couldn't stand the smell
B. You don't cage cats.
C. It was about 105 degrees heat index outside.
The kids protested, but Dad let the cat go anyway. When the kids returned home that evening, the cats were still on the deck. They even let the Princess pick them up. They've actually grown quite attached.
Yesterday, the kids spent an hour, two diaper boxes and about 3 rolls of tape building a "home" for the cats. The rain ruined those condos.
The cats didn't mind, though. They're keeping watch for our attack dog. We've explained to the kids that we don't keep cats, that they "keep" us.
Oh, and I'm thinking the cat's name could be "Freedom?"
