You might think three cats are enough for anybody. Three cats are as good as a feast. But we were a five-cat family for many years. Occasionally, a six-cat family, but thieves and sickness took their toll. Now that we are down to three cats, it seems like we have no cats at all.
That might be because we don't like these cats.
Then there's Dusty, the gray calico, who likes to run under the garage door as it's closing, making it stop and go back up. I think she owes us a spring. She will sidle up to me at the side porch, acting like she wants to be petted, then squirm away if I reach for her. Good riddance!
And that leaves us with Stockings, who eats his feelings, having been referred to as a girl for the first several months of life, until we took him to be spayed, which was impossible, but we still had his nuts cut off. Oh. Pardon my French. Stockings. He has such a pretty face. He doesn't even pretend to like us. As long as he can strap on the feedbag, he's good.
Now here's the topic that really brought me to the keyboard today. A gift was left on our porch overnight. A gift that I discovered this morning, while I was feeling a bit queasy from some bug I must have picked up at the doctor's office Thursday, since I haven't been eating week-old leftovers for lunch this week. A gift.
As much as my sweet, sweet Juno loves me, I'm pretty sure she did not leave me this gift. Ann is timid with tiny things that scurry around her feet, so she's off the suspect list. I am certain that Stockings didn't exert himself to catch this treat for me, because first of all, he doesn't like me, and secondly, he would have eaten the whole thing himself. Which leaves Dusty and Simba. Uh huh. The pet-tease or the taunter.
Case closed. Simba probably still had mouse on his breath while he was trying to rub his head on my shirt.
It's an offering and they're trying to butter you up. What? You say you don't like dead mouse?
ReplyDeleteOne of your felines left you a gift, and you're that much of an ingrate that you don't appreciate it? They probably wanted to give you a label-maker but their paws didn't allow them to count out money to give to the cashier nor could their paws manage to order one online.
ReplyDeleteJust don't be a re-gifter. No one likes someone who re-gifts...
Did either one recently pay a visit to your post office?
ReplyDeleteStephen,
ReplyDeleteTo butter me up, they will need I Can't Believe It's Not Butter...not "I can't believe it's a dead mouse!"
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Sioux,
They didn't even invite me to the Super Bowl, after I gave them those tickets when I thought I couldn't use them. Or a cashmere sweater with a red dot. Or an electronic organizer. Or an astronaut pen.
In my opinion, the Jerk Store called, and it's running out of those cats.
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joeh,
Wow! You're firing on all cylinders lately. If only I could have thrown that thought in at the end. As far as I know, these fleabags have not left the premises, but I need to make a trip to that post office for stamps. I wonder if their unique air-freshener needs more scent?