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Let’s Look For Them Again

Mom decided we better go look for Bashful again because its going to freeze overnight and even though Sky’s sis is used to this kind of weather, Bashful is not.  So off mom and I went to examine more of the Lane.

We looked into the car man’s junky vehicles.

No sign of them.  Nothing!  We then headed over to the house that’s falling apart.

I think they’re over here mom!  I see some wiggle marks.  I’ll go onto the property here at the falling apart house.                                                                           There they are….in the long grass by the tree!  Be careful mom, you don’t want to step on them.  Let me go and tell them we’re here.  Mom nods to me.

Hi Bashful.  How about if mom gives both of you a ride home in her hand.  Mom, let’s see your hand….Bashful and his friend would like a ride home.  Mom puts her hand down, Bashful and his lady friend hop on.                                                                   Stop mom, let me look.  My, my…..she is quite the looker.  I’ll bet the boy rocks are beating a path to her door.                                                                

Sis, I’m so happy to see you again.  I thought maybe you were lost for good.  I was so scared.  You look so cold sis.  Would you like some oregano to get warm.  Yes, these peeps have oregano.  I know, we’re really lucky.

*yawn* You must be even sleepier than I am sis.  Let’s go to bed and snuggle.                                                             I can’t wake these two just to find out the name of the bigger one.  Don’t you know Bashful?  You were with her for a few days.  She never said her name.  I guess we’ll just have to wait until they wake up.                                                                        

 

 

 

An Unexpected Guest

Wednesday Purrs

 

We have been busy planting veggie seeds  and generally doing all things to do with the garden, such as planting transplants with fertilizer and bone meal.  Bone meal gives these wee guys strong roots and it smells divine…at least to us kitties.

 

This stinks!!  But I like it...purrrr

This stinks!! But I like it…purrrr

We were minding our own business last Thursday and a young cat came up and talked at, not just me but mom too.  Mom, of course told this young male how handsome he was. His smokey grey fur was not knotted, teeth clean, ears clean, he was very friendly and not afraid of humans.  He stayed and stayed.  When mom and I went inside the grey floofy cat came with us.  Of all the nerve, he jumped in my toy box and stuck his head into my toys.  Mom thought it was cute. I sure didn’t and neither did dad.  Dad took this young boy outside and put him on the deck.  I gotta admit the young guy was a looker. I wouldn’t tell him that and practiced my pathetic hiss.  Kali got into the act and really hissed at him.  Her hiss made him think twice.

We all went to bed and guess who was waiting for us in the morning….you got it….young grey cat was sitting on the rug outside.  Mom always has a big bowl of water on the deck for cats that come for nip and get thirsty.  This wee guy was hungry….you could tell by his cry.  Mom fed him and he gobbled it down.  Mom was starting to think he had been dumped in our Lane.  There was no collar or ID of any kind.  Mom decided to leave him for another day and see if anyone was calling for him.  Dad was talking with this wee guy too.  Mom heard him say, “I think I’ll call you George.”  This signalled to mom that they were starting to get attached.  Me?  No, I wasn’t getting attached.  I wanted this guy gone!  He was obnoxious in his playfulness.  Whenever I turned around, he was running at me….I know now he just wanted to play but at the time I thought he was coming after me.  The good news…my hisser is stronger from using it more.

 

Oak St.

Oak St.

 

 

The next day was Saturday and our wee friend was still here so mom fed him when she fed us.  He gobbled it down again…a hungry lad.  Mom decided it was time to call the SPCA and they answered mom’s questions.  They are a “no kill” society unless the animal is nasty to humans and cannot be trained to like humans.  It was Spring and their cages were full but they did have one cage free.  Mom and dad took the wee lad down to the SPCA in Kali’s cage.  The poor guy was scared.  Mom and dad sat with him for a wee while down at the SPCA.  The nice lady gave him the name Oak St.(our street) and a Pet ID#.  They told mom she could call at any time to find out how he was.  Mom and dad left feeling positive that Oak St. would find a forever home.