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Feral no more

Twitter reminds me it’s International Cat Day. Slavish devotee of social media that I am, I have posted a cat.

Come to think of it, it’s nearly the anniversary of the day this little monkey stuck his head around our front door (not quite — I’ve just check the blog. It was July 27).

He’s grown into a lovely beast. A fine hunter and climber of trees. A bit of a wanderer.

Tree story. Most days when I get home, he stands outside and cries until I give up and go out to him. Whereupon he makes a great show of dashing up one particular tree (it’s an easy climber near the house) and back down again. Finally — and he’s very particular about this — he steps off the tree at shoulder height and onto my chest. We might repeat this four times in an afternoon.

I have several times rescued this boy out of a tree. The first time, he was genuinely and dangerously stuck — he was little and a neighborhood bully cat had chased him way up a tree with no side branches. Despite the conventional wisdom, I really don’t think he could have come down again intact without help. (In this case, a guy doing work on my neighbor’s house shinnied up the tree far enough to reach him and handed him down).

This may be fanciful of me, but I think he’s reliving a tree rescue over and over.

Anyway, check out social media. It’s fuller than usual of cat pictures tonight.


Comment from Janna
Time: August 8, 2019, 9:00 pm

What a precious baby.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 8, 2019, 9:14 pm

International Cat Day! Yay!

Slinky and I will celebrate her day with, for her, some of her special thyroid treatment cat food and ice cubes in her water mug, and, for me, a rib-eye steak and a large Macallan.

Anyway, check out social media. It’s fuller than usual of cat pictures tonight.

Great! That’s much more salubrious than the sort of pictures of pussies usually found on the ‘Net. O-8

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 9, 2019, 12:18 am

I’ll have to be nice to Delilah I suppose, at least for this evening.

She is the cat for which they coined the phrase “don’t rub me the wrong way”.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: August 9, 2019, 1:16 am

“I think he’s reliving a tree rescue over and over.”

Makes sense to me.

Comment from tomfrompv
Time: August 9, 2019, 3:57 am

He’s testing your love. He might have been abandoned by a lowlife, walked around looking for food, and stumbled upon you. But in his cat brain he still remembers the hungry times after being abandoned. So he tests you to see if you care or are you like the lowlife.

Since they don’t make psychiatric drugs for cats, expect this ritual to go for a very long time.

Or, maybe he’s just having you on, as the Brits say. Cats are like that.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: August 9, 2019, 8:01 pm

Cats love ritual. My current boy will alway come to the door to meet me. After he’s been petted twice, he runs to his bowl for a cat treat. He also does a thing when I enter the room he’s in where he comes over and rubs against my right leg, walks behind me, and then rubs against my left leg and then expects me to pet him….no cat treat required here….

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 9, 2019, 9:34 pm

From my Twitter feed. This gave me a sad:

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 10, 2019, 12:02 am

Sad, yes, but a sort of good kind of sad. That epitaph is a lovely and succinct expression of why we humans so frequently decide to share our homes with pets, especially cats and dogs.

Comment from The War Planner
Time: August 10, 2019, 9:06 pm

Is it too late to enter the latest Dead Pool? If not, I’ll take Jeffery Epstein for $500, Alex.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 11, 2019, 9:58 pm

War Planner: taken and won!

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