wordmad (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wordmad) wrote,@ 2008-02-20 12:46:00 |
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Tale of Two Kitties
Some weeks ago, Liz heard a cat miaowing outside in the night, and we went out to investigate, flashlight in hand. We found the creature on the side of the house, and it looked just like our gray long-hair Yoda. It wouldn't come up to us though, and when we got back inside, there was Yoda, looking up at us with his usual blank, wide-eyed stare.
Last week, the other two boys (Shiro and Wally, the doughty ones) were found to have injuries, Wally, a gash behind his ear and Shiro, what looked like a puncture in his left flank. The vet checked them out and told us that these were just bites or scratches from another cat. The next day, there was a cat in our yard, a gray tabby with a bushy tail and the sweetest kittenish face and almost-blue eyes. The boys went crazy behind the glass of our sliding door,rowling and hissing like all get out. I thought maybe this was the one we had seen at night, but Liz was sure it wasn't. Today she was vindicated. The long-hair showed up, and while it doesn't look exactly like Yoda (no half-moustache and it has green eyes, not yellow), the white blaze on the chest and neck is the same and it has white 'spats,' the image of old Yo-Yo's.
We don't know if they're strays or neighborhood pets as they have no collars. If a check with the neighbors doesn't establish ownership, we may try to borrow a humane trap from the ASPCA.
Ooh, the longhair is back, and Wally and Shiro are looking out the door, arching and bristling and ready for a scrap. (Yoda ran at the first sound of Wally's caterwauling. William Wallace has more vowels in his vocabulary than Professor Higgins of "My Fair Lady" has on his phonetics recordings.)
The longhair is going around marking things and rolling on the sidewalk with not a care in the world. Now my boys are getting a taste of what all those hapless dogs feel like behind their fences when Wally and Shiro go parading down our street, smirking, their tails high, knowing they can't be touched. Will they remember this lesson? Not likely.
Some weeks ago, Liz heard a cat miaowing outside in the night, and we went out to investigate, flashlight in hand. We found the creature on the side of the house, and it looked just like our gray long-hair Yoda. It wouldn't come up to us though, and when we got back inside, there was Yoda, looking up at us with his usual blank, wide-eyed stare.
Last week, the other two boys (Shiro and Wally, the doughty ones) were found to have injuries, Wally, a gash behind his ear and Shiro, what looked like a puncture in his left flank. The vet checked them out and told us that these were just bites or scratches from another cat. The next day, there was a cat in our yard, a gray tabby with a bushy tail and the sweetest kittenish face and almost-blue eyes. The boys went crazy behind the glass of our sliding door,rowling and hissing like all get out. I thought maybe this was the one we had seen at night, but Liz was sure it wasn't. Today she was vindicated. The long-hair showed up, and while it doesn't look exactly like Yoda (no half-moustache and it has green eyes, not yellow), the white blaze on the chest and neck is the same and it has white 'spats,' the image of old Yo-Yo's.
We don't know if they're strays or neighborhood pets as they have no collars. If a check with the neighbors doesn't establish ownership, we may try to borrow a humane trap from the ASPCA.
Ooh, the longhair is back, and Wally and Shiro are looking out the door, arching and bristling and ready for a scrap. (Yoda ran at the first sound of Wally's caterwauling. William Wallace has more vowels in his vocabulary than Professor Higgins of "My Fair Lady" has on his phonetics recordings.)
The longhair is going around marking things and rolling on the sidewalk with not a care in the world. Now my boys are getting a taste of what all those hapless dogs feel like behind their fences when Wally and Shiro go parading down our street, smirking, their tails high, knowing they can't be touched. Will they remember this lesson? Not likely.
