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Then another time brought a live snake in and we never heard of it again.
Mine are always bringing dead birds and mice on the porch but this is the first LIVE one they brought in. I guess they need a new toy and this is their way of telling me LOL.Then another time brought a live snake in and we never heard of it again.
see, my cat gets tired outside and isn't too playful afterwards... so double lucky
ellag & peony - thanks for the compliment on my well behaved cat. Lest you think he is a complete couch potato, far from it. Although I live on the 2nd floor lizards come up here and birds fly onto the enclosed patio when windows are open (no screens) and Panthera will not stop until he has that lizard (or a big fly, heck, even small flies) and his eyes follow that bird until it has found its way out again. Once I even found the head and a few feathers on the living room rug, he must have brought it in through the cat door that goes out to the patio. He also chitters when he sees a bird land somewhere outside. I don't think he would have any problems feeding himself if he ever got outside. As a matter of fact he was a "found" cat, no telling how long he had been outside, and he was a long way from skinny, he weighed 19 lbs and is just a regular dsh, although not fat. He is amazingly agile and fast when I play with him with a fishing pole toy, jumping really high. He also goes nuts over the catnip banana which is why I always have pot with catnip growing which is mainly for my 16 year old Persian who will roll in the pot and smash all the leaves if I give her a chance. The banana on the other hand leaves her cold although putting the dry stuff on the kitchen floor where I can sweep it up has the same effect on her.
They're very pretty
That's Carpet. She's not any particular breed, she's a feral cat from the colony I care for. (Not feral at all any more.) She's got the Japanese bob-tail gene, the same as most of the cats around here, but I don't know where she gets her long fur from.They're very pretty
What breed is the fluffy one, my cat's mother looked almost identical him.
Thought that was Carpet.That's Carpet. She's not any particular breed, she's a feral cat from the colony I care for. (Not feral at all any more.) She's got the Japanese bob-tail gene, the same as most of the cats around here, but I don't know where she gets her long fur from.
LolCarpet looks absolutely gorgeous and exotic, and those eyes! I wish he was mine. Jiro is nothing to sneeze at either but I already have an all-black cat and a foster who is black with brown underneath. Please keep posting pics of Carpet so I can vicariously pretend he's mine through his pictures.
too lovely for words. Enjoy.
Here's my two babies Mary (pink collar) & Charlie (blue collar)[emoji]128149[/emoji]
Ah, but when he does he's very cute. <3
Loki! The crazy little critter barely holds still long enough to get a good picture, lol!
WOW! and welcome to the catsite!
That Young, Black Cat—She Needed Something
If only I had something new,
she thought, something adventurous
to do, like when the fields grew tall,
fields from which wild fowl fed and flew;
she, feline feisty and precious,
needed something or to climb the wall.
She walked over to the window pane
and looked out to the neighbouring homes
to where she hoped to find something
—something new, beyond the back lane,
rocky road, where she’d often roam,
to where her eyes would be wandering.
And when her attention was caught
by the towering shingled roof
sheltering the large corner store,
she at once decided she ought
to climb to its black peak as proof
of her worth to those who did her adore.
Through the yards one-by-one she went,
glancing around this-and-that corner,
over-then-under fences tall
till she stood at the wall she’d meant
to conquer, as a foreigner,
without any fear that she’d fall.
She looked to the two garbage cans
leaning against the wooden shed,
right next to the store that was so pink;
up she jumped, her feet and hands
reached the top by but a thread,
of no better place could she think.
Having achieved her noteworthy climb,
she gazed over to the swaying trees,
unaware that her hostess stood near;
at the bus stop, as passed the time,
the woman looked up, into the breeze,
and saw her pet feline who knew no fear.
Thus the feline had done something new
and not seeing her hostess’s stare,
she returned home fulfilled and content,
for from this day excitement she drew
and she thought again she’d climb and dare
those high places worthy of her scent.
Frank G Sterle Jr
Hee hee, very cute, and such pretty, pesty little faces.