We moved a couple of months ago. Our new house has both a grassy backyard with a few trees and some ivy on the perimeter, and the front yard has a big deodar tree surrounded by ivy. About a month ago, I started noticing a pretty black cat hanging out in the back yard. She'd just sort of stare calmly at me with her big gold eyes. This went on for a about a week. Then DH informs me that she has a companion.Or a twin. Or quite probably a littermate. And she also starts staring calmly at me.
You need to understand, I adore cats, most especially black cats in multiples. I am nearly 48 now, and I have been blessed to share my life with sets of black cats since I was 25.
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Now we have a new start. A new house. A nice REALLY, REALLY, REALLY CLEAN house. One that doesn't smell like 3 cat boxes.
So now, just the past 3 days, all of a sudden these 2 kitties are all over us, purring and meowing and rubbing, and now my kids are *in LOVE* and how named them Whiskers and Black Velvet and every time we open the door the dang cats are trying to sneak into my house and every time I turn around my kids are carrying them around like they are rag babies.
If we own pets, we have to pay a $300 deposit for each one. I called our management company yesterday to tell them most emphatically to tell them them that while they are hanging arong our front porch and my kids are petting them, they are most certainly *NOT* our cats.
Except tonight I bought them kibble.
I so caved.
Laurie
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) after a year or so though, they mowed the vacant lot next door, and his hunting ground was gone. He became skin and bones, and so my Dad hired a cat cage, and (incurring scratches that completely covered both his arms) got the cat in, and we took him home to our permanant home with us. Within an hour of arriving home with us he was stretched out on the couch purring like a lawnmower. We named him Riley (as he was living the life of Riley). The vet said he was about 1-2 years old, and we had him for a further 14 years. He became enormously fat (I think he was about 10kg, 22 pounds) and never got over his fear of men, although he loved my brother (who he got used to when my brother was a kid) and became used to my father, who fed him every day for many years. He was such a sweetie, and the smartest cat we ever had (for example, he learned to open his cat box by undoing the latch with his claws).
