i like cats. Some people hate them,which i find strange because cats are smart enough to know who doesn't appreciate them (or does) & stay away from such people.
i wish i was "catlike",instead of doglike-loyal,obedient & if you beat me,i'll lick your hand & come back for more. i've known "cat people",mostly Women,& those are the ones i'm attracted to-to my dismay-i'm always scratched in the end.
i think there are 8 cats living here,their numbers seem to fluctuate,which is odd because they're spayed or neutered. Perhaps the neighbor cats come for vacation & switch places. There are front yard cats & back yard cats that don't like each other and formed gangs. So far,the back yard cats are winning. There used to be a roof cat. When i came out the kitchen door, it meowed at me from the roof & i used to feed it canned cat food by spooning it directly on the roof. As far as i know,it never came down,existing mainly on vermin & bats in season. When i went to up on the roof to clean the gutters & flat roof area,i found that the cat used part of the roof for its' (i never got close enough to learn the sex) toilet & the attic, which was open at the peak,smelled of cat piss. i screened the opening & the cat left-i'm sure it found a more hospitable roof to inhabit,there are many old houses in this area.
i put all the cats out in the day time that haven't already ran outside to be fed a bit of canned cat food (i let them in at night,unless they choose to remain outside). Some try to sneak back in,but i've learned the tricks & track those down that evade my defenses-but i do have favorites that i allow in-those that meow at the door when they want back out.
All the cats except crazy Cleo. She used to live at my house so she's at least 9 or10,& used to go outside. There was a great photo of her hiding in a tree that Kelley's older son took. i don't know when or why she went insane,it was before i came here. i'm told that that the last time she went outside here,she hid in the neighbors' wood pile &couldn't be coaxed out until a month had passed & starvation drove her out. Now,she never goes out. She had stopped allowing people to pet her,too,living a feral existence inside,but when i came she jumped onto my lap & demanded to be petted,so she must remember me.She makes a horrible yowling noise when petted & finally bites me & runs off. She also drags pieces of my grand-
daughter's clothing from her room into mine-why,i have no idea.
i want to be a slave to a Woman. Instead, i've become the cat's slave. i feed them,give fresh water,pet them on demand & clean the litter boxes (it seems that a section of my day is devoted to shit-cat,dog & goat). It's not a bad life,but i'm still looking for that Cat Woman to scratch me.