So we have this white cat that runs around the neighborhood with his 348653876 other stray cat friends, living the good life in abandoned houses up and down our street. Most of them are pretty scared of any humans, but there's one in particular that has been really friendly to us. I say friendly because he's the only one that comes and eats the food I put on the back deck for him. Sure, he hisses at me, but I know it's a love-hiss.
About 10 months ago, we found some clumps of white fur in our front yard, and no sign of this white cat (lovingly named Snowball, as opposed to his black-and-white counterpart, Dirty Snowball) anywhere. In fact, we hadn't seen him at all since that day, so we assumed he either ran away or was killed.
Yesterday, I was surprised to see what looked like a thinner, less fluffy version of our old favorite stray cat, running around our giant litter-box-of-a-back-yard. I called him over and he instantly ran to me, but stopped short of grabbing distance. I grabbed him some food from our cats' bowl and he happily ate it on the back deck.
I'm still not sure if it's really Snowball, in some kind of post-apocalyptic, Mad Max kinda rebirth, or if it's just one of his kin. Either way, it's good to have a nice outdoor cat around again.
Sarah and I have this plan to take him with us when we move. Wish us luck on that.
In other news, we go to closing on this new house on September 7th. I know, right? Where have all the updates been from "We're looking at a house" to "Oh, we're going to closing next week"? Well, I get a bit superstitious about these things, and to tell you the truth, it could still all fall through in the next week, but I'm feeling optimistic today. Once we get settled into that house -- as long as everything goes through alright -- you won't be able to keep my mouth (fingers?) shut about it.
I like forward to following your adventure with the new house. I could have filled my rain barrels 30 times over the last few days with our weather here in Baltimore. First the earthquake, then the hurricane and now flooding. At least my survival lifestyle is being validated!
ReplyDeleteAnd no one to cover CCP in New Orleans man?? You should go yourself, great town and the convention is always a blast.
The very simple answer to that is lack of money :) I lived in New Orleans for a little over a year and would love to go back (only to visit!).
ReplyDeleteAnd as for the house, the closing got moved again. I'm going to keep my mouth shut until it actually happens.
Good luck with the New England Apocalypse! :)
Damn! Sorry. I thought about the jinx after I posted. You own cats so I am sure you are knowledgeable of this stuff already but just in case be careful with that stray if it is living amongst all those others. Feline leukemia is highly contagious and very common among strays.
ReplyDeleteMoney is the reason I am not going this year. Just my luck to as last year they showed nothing worth talking about and this year I bet they will.