Tabby
Tabby is one of my cats. I feed a lot of them that are not mine, but, I claim this one. He is Fluffy's grown baby and very precious to me.
At two weeks of age, he was one of four cats that evacuated with me to get out of harm's way in a hurricane. We went to my parent's. The others were his mother, brother and sister.
They were assigned to the bedroom that I was sleeping in. They were not allowed out most of the time. My parents have cats and a very friendly cat home. There are two ways for the cats to get in and out. We were afraid that if Fluffy was allowed to run free, she would get out and try to go home. So, the bedroom was their home for about four days the first time and about three the second. (I am in Florida and this was the year that we were affected by four hurricanes. That will be another story.)
My parents had such fun watching the kittens. Of course, when my cats and I came home, they (the cats) were spoiled rotten. But, I would do it all over again.
Tabby is now about two and a beautiful cat. I don't know why, but, he spends a lot of time away from the house. I know where he is. He hangs out in the same area as Butterscotch does. If I want to see him, I can go just a bit down the drive and call for him. He will come, but, not right away. Sometimes, he waits just a few minutes and other times he does not come until after dark. I think he is hiding from another cat. I cannot find out who it is. He is the only male that I know of besides Butterscotch.
When he comes on his own, he is coming for food. Sometimes, he will stick around to be held and petted for quite awhile. Other times, he comes, eats my cat food and leaves. I find that quite rude. He can get away with anything, though.
When he stays, he sits by the window and looks out upon the world. It is such a pretty picture to have a cat in the window.
I hope you can enjoy a cat. If not, come enjoy mine. You might also want to read other's recountings of thier cats.
© Copyright 2006 Mary Ann Chidlow (UN: merian at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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At two weeks of age, he was one of four cats that evacuated with me to get out of harm's way in a hurricane. We went to my parent's. The others were his mother, brother and sister.
They were assigned to the bedroom that I was sleeping in. They were not allowed out most of the time. My parents have cats and a very friendly cat home. There are two ways for the cats to get in and out. We were afraid that if Fluffy was allowed to run free, she would get out and try to go home. So, the bedroom was their home for about four days the first time and about three the second. (I am in Florida and this was the year that we were affected by four hurricanes. That will be another story.)
My parents had such fun watching the kittens. Of course, when my cats and I came home, they (the cats) were spoiled rotten. But, I would do it all over again.
Tabby is now about two and a beautiful cat. I don't know why, but, he spends a lot of time away from the house. I know where he is. He hangs out in the same area as Butterscotch does. If I want to see him, I can go just a bit down the drive and call for him. He will come, but, not right away. Sometimes, he waits just a few minutes and other times he does not come until after dark. I think he is hiding from another cat. I cannot find out who it is. He is the only male that I know of besides Butterscotch.
When he comes on his own, he is coming for food. Sometimes, he will stick around to be held and petted for quite awhile. Other times, he comes, eats my cat food and leaves. I find that quite rude. He can get away with anything, though.
When he stays, he sits by the window and looks out upon the world. It is such a pretty picture to have a cat in the window.
I hope you can enjoy a cat. If not, come enjoy mine. You might also want to read other's recountings of thier cats.
© Copyright 2006 Mary Ann Chidlow (UN: merian at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Mary Ann Chidlow has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
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