Linda noticed recently that the cat food bowls were wiped clean every morning which is usually a sign that raccoons are eating the food overnight. She set a trap and a couple days later caught the culprit. Although, it wasn’t a ‘coon, it was a wild cat. The other cats were making noise because they did not want to go near the food with that cat sitting in the cage there. It was kind of like, hey can you please clean this place up so we can eat. So Linda took the cat down some back roads and let it go.
In case you are wondering, yes there are wild cats in the area. Bear, Linda’s oldest cat, walked on to her property shortly after he was born. Luckily, though, they do not come around here very often.
But I could be wrong for we caught another wild cat a couple days ago. It has been getting down around freezing lately, so before I go to bed I go out to the office to see if there are any cats that want to be let it for the night. One night last week I went out and saw Blossom sitting on the doorstep to the office so I went to let her in. As I got closer I noticed another cat approaching from the other side of the office, only it was not one of Linda’s cats. Blossom saw it and took off to chase it away. Apparently she did not chase it far enough for two nights later the cat got caught in the trap.
While I am talking about cats, here is a little update on Linda’s cats.
Blossom is the one that got in a fight with something else and hat to go to the vet for shots and surgery. We quarantined her for about a week so we could give her meds and let her wounds heal. After she was let outside again, she was glad to be free, but was very wary of being near anyone. Her wounds have healed up nicely and all of the fur that was shaved off her face has grown back. I have nicknamed her Ms. Drooley for when you pet her she drools like crazy. I never new cats could drool. Linda holds her a certain way so the drool does not get on her clothes. I could care less about the drool getting on me. I guess after seeing my friends kids glerk all over them, a little drool is nothing.
Bear is the oldest cat and I have nicknamed him Squeeker. When he calls to you, you can see that he is calling but you cannot always here it. If you do, it sounds like it is from a little kitten and not a big male cat. I understand now how people feel when they are around me and see that I am talking but do not hear anything that I say. To be honest, I do not always here what I am saying either.
Sprout is the alpha male and, therefore, a pain in the butt. If you start petting one of the other cats and he is around, he comes running and knocks the other cat out of the way. I sometimes return the favor so he can get a taste of his own medicine.