Saturday evening, at bed time, Fred said “There’s a strange cat out there!”, meaning out in the side yard. As it turned out, it was an orange cat – a boy – who was likely the same cat Archie chased off a couple of weeks ago, as mentioned in this post.
This picture, though very blurry, is an accurate representation.
Boyfriend has got things to SAY, and he has a very piercing voice.
We’re calling him Malachi solely for the fact that I was reading something on Tumblr that involved a user name that wasn’t quite Malachi but was close, and then Fred spotted the cat, so it seemed apropos.
Maxi ran him off Saturday evening, but he was around yesterday morning when Fred went out to do his morning chores, then wandered off. I’m not sure where he’s spending his time when he’s not here, but I suspect he’s been hanging out over at the church next door. None of the neighbors know who he is, and so going by the shape he’s in (he had fleas and was looking pretty ragged), I’m going to guess he was dumped. Hopefully he’ll be around this morning, and if he is, our plan is to get him to the vet for vetting, and then Susan agreed to take him as a Challenger’s House cat.
(Yes, the foster room is empty, but I’ll be painting it this week and I’d rather get this cat out of here before Fred gets attached, and Susan is willing to take him, so. Bye, kitty!)
Kathie gave us a couple of these condo/cat trees a few months ago. I put one in the foster room (actually, at the moment it’s in the corner of Fred’s room) and put the other one next to Fred’s desk. I figured the permanent residents would ignore it, and eventually it would go upstairs in the foster room, too, but Jake likes to occasionally stuff himself in the condo part, so I left it there. Also, there’s a toy that dangles from the platform at the top, and Stefan likes to play with it. Dewey likes to stand on the platform and eat out of the bowl on Fred’s desk, too. Who knew they’d love it so much?
2016: No entry.
2015: No entry.
2014: Why you gotta break my heart, you little scaredy cat?
2013: Miz Poo says, “GREAT. I just got rid of the party girl, and this nutball moves in upstairs. I gotta stop renting and get my own house.”
2012: The black Peppers come back to Crooked Acres for a break.
2011: No entry.
2010: I’m not sure why separating skittish and semi-feral kittens works so well, but it always does.
2009: They are super-playful little girls.
2008: Believe it or not, I’m walkin’ on air!
2007: At the Copacatbana! They fell in love!
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.