Monday, May 20, 2013

That cat.

The cat chose to come back tonight.

 I was ready. I bought him some catfood. He took one sniff at it and chose not to eat, doubtless disdainful: "Yesterday it was a can of tuna for lunch and a fair amount of ham for supper. What is this 9 Lives garbage, lady?"

After choosing not to eat,  he chose to wander off to deliver a screaming butt kicking to a neighbor cat who had strolled over with the intent of being the butt kicker, not the butt kickee.

I don't think he is a bad cat. I think he had an unfortunate kittenhood. I find myself a bit worried. Tim has no patience for cheerful, good natured cats. He'll have even less patience for a juvenile delinquent cat with gourmet tastebuds and maladaptive behaviors.

I've been digging lilac suckers and setting them out front near the sidewalk. A woman asked me how much I wanted for them. "Pllt," I said, "you don't charge for what God's giving you free." She was happy and took two peonies too.

 It tickled me to watch a man carefully carry off a small basket of lily of the valley and pachysandra. He carefully returned the little empty basket.


jeanie said...

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away...

Darn - thats going to be in my head from now on in!


KarenTX said...

Hapy Birthday!!! Wishing you the best one ever!!

ChicagoGrrrl said...

I looked at the caged animals in the shelter...the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry. "God", I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something?" God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly. "I have done something", he replied, "I created you". ~Jim Willis, 1999

BUSH BABE said...

He sounds like a character. A cat who can look after himself. Hope you had a great birthday Deb.