Cat tails, er, tales....
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senoritafishWe've been a bit worried about Spot since yesterday. While we were gone yesterday, John said that Bentley, the neighbor's lab mix dog, attacked him. We had not been worried about this dog since he lives with a cat, and in any case, our cats usually give him a wide berth. Apparently John had the back gate open because he was doing house work and taking stuff to the trash, and Bentley was just being a dog and took advantage of it. He actually got hold of Spot twice, who gave him several good rakes across the snoot, and managed to escape into another neighbor's backyard. When I got home, John took me aside to tell me and say that he hadn't seen Spot since and didn't know if he was hurt or not.
So we were keeping an eye out for him, and John was about to go knocking on neighbor's doors to see if they had seen him. My dad finally went out to the garage and called "Kittykittykitty!" and he appeared from behind something - which was funny because John had been in and out of there all day, and purposely left the door open in case he wanted to hide in there. We ushered him inside, and gave him a sardine as a treat. I'll have to grab him later and see if he's hurt, but he's not acting like it. If he needs any vet care, Bentley's owner is going to contribute - there is a leash law in this town, and he often just lets him wander around the alley when he's out there working on his antiques. Bentley already tried to eat my wallet when it fell out of my backpack a couple of weeks ago - the corners are all chewed off and it's lucky part of my credit cards didn't disappear as well.
Poor Spot. We think our previous neighbor's directly behind us abandoned him and he adopted us. White and fluffy, with a black spot on his back and one on his head, we christened him Domino, but that quickly got simplified. He's always starved for attention, but being the fourth cat in the household, he doesn't get all that much. Although I pet him, I don't care him on my lap because he has a bad habit of licking your shirt until it's wet. Gareth has claimed him as his cat, though and he's remarkably tolerant of being carried around by the armpits and dragged onto small children's laps. I've seen him stretched out on Angus' lap with his head and front paws up near Angus' waist and his legs and tail dragging off the couch onto the floor. It looked distinctly uncomfortable and yet he didn't complain a bit.
So we were keeping an eye out for him, and John was about to go knocking on neighbor's doors to see if they had seen him. My dad finally went out to the garage and called "Kittykittykitty!" and he appeared from behind something - which was funny because John had been in and out of there all day, and purposely left the door open in case he wanted to hide in there. We ushered him inside, and gave him a sardine as a treat. I'll have to grab him later and see if he's hurt, but he's not acting like it. If he needs any vet care, Bentley's owner is going to contribute - there is a leash law in this town, and he often just lets him wander around the alley when he's out there working on his antiques. Bentley already tried to eat my wallet when it fell out of my backpack a couple of weeks ago - the corners are all chewed off and it's lucky part of my credit cards didn't disappear as well.
Poor Spot. We think our previous neighbor's directly behind us abandoned him and he adopted us. White and fluffy, with a black spot on his back and one on his head, we christened him Domino, but that quickly got simplified. He's always starved for attention, but being the fourth cat in the household, he doesn't get all that much. Although I pet him, I don't care him on my lap because he has a bad habit of licking your shirt until it's wet. Gareth has claimed him as his cat, though and he's remarkably tolerant of being carried around by the armpits and dragged onto small children's laps. I've seen him stretched out on Angus' lap with his head and front paws up near Angus' waist and his legs and tail dragging off the couch onto the floor. It looked distinctly uncomfortable and yet he didn't complain a bit.
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an inside kitty is a safer kitty. . .
Date: 2003-01-01 09:42 am (UTC)how come leash laws don't apply to cats as well as dogs?
What about nudibranchs and sock monkeys?
Date: 2003-01-01 10:02 am (UTC)Re: What about nudibranchs and sock monkeys?
At least you could follow the slime trail to find them.
Re: What about nudibranchs and sock monkeys?
Date: 2003-01-01 07:37 pm (UTC)Re: an inside kitty is a safer kitty. . .
Date: 2003-01-01 12:53 pm (UTC)I envy friends who have cats who are actually afraid to go outside even if the door is open.
Leash laws - I think they believe with cats, it's unenforceable (although I work with some game wardens who think they shouldn't even be allowed as pets). I was mostly blustering anyhow. One would hope he would offer to help, though, since his dog came in our backyard.