No, no – not the Brian Setzer pseudo-period band from the ’80’s. Actual cats (carnivora felidae felinae felis catus).
We have a 4 years old that wandered into our garage as a 4 week old kitten, whom we kept. She clearly one of an ongoing series of litters of feral cats a few years back – there are still a couple of her relatives floating around the subdivision – th long, lean body shape, small head and reeeaaallllllyyy long tail are distinguishing characteristics. Once about 3 years ago I saw 7 of them, all the same body profile, lounging in a front yard while walking the dogs at night.
Well, not there’s a big ol’ fluffy off-white male hanging around our yard. He’s clearly a housecat, not feral, since he comes right up to people, is demanding of attention and will walk up and take food and water from you with no skittishness. He was there for a couple of days then we didn’t see him and assumed he’d found his way home but her turend up again this afternoon.
He’s got some sort of small wound on his front left leg so we’ll take him to the vet tomorrow and get him fixed up and scanned for (hopefully) a microchip with his owner’s information so we can get him home. If not, then it’s time to get him tested for any nasty bugs, then see if he plays well with the rest of the pack and we’ll go from there.
I have a soft spot for damaged creatures (whether physically or psychologically – I have the neurotic, weird cat from a psychohouse who has mellowed a lot, but she’s still whacky and the first cat we brought home 10 years ago I picked because she tried to murdelize the SCPA attendant who wanted to put her back in her cage; I like that kind of behavior). It helps that they know I prefer them to people. Ask anyone, my friends will gladly tell you that I already like this cat better than I like you and I haven’t even met most of you and would still prefer the cat after we did meet.
Oh, and every dog is better than almost any person – that’s just a given.