Smokey, the first cat we had when I was little, was a tough outdoors cat. He used to disappear for a week at a time, but he always came home, with varying degrees of damage. I figure he won more fights than he lost. Once he spent a week hiding under a bureau, and would not come out, even to eat. We had to push a dish to him. Turned out he was nursing a broken leg, though we didn't find out until a vet noticed the healed fracture on an x-ray at a later date. He lived to a ripe old age, but our next cat, an albino, (probably hard of hearing,) was hit by a car. After that, we kept them inside.
We had a big grey tom cat too. He came to our house on a Friday night and spent the rainy weekend crying outside our kitchen window. Sunday night my parents reluctantly took him in and promptly found a friend who offered to give him a home. The friend came and picked him up and drove him 10 miles or so to his house. A few days later the cat was back. He spent every night of the year outside and used to disappear for days at a time. His diet consisted mostly of field mice and rats, although we fed him daily. When we went on vacation he fended for himself. In his later years he became more domestic but continued to spend the nights outdoors. Eventually we moved with some friends into a large old Victorian house in Northwest Portland. There were no woods in the backyard and no fields for miles and new housemates had big loud dogs. Within a week of our move the cat was gone. The people who moved in to our old house promised that they'd call us if he ever showed up but we never heard from them.
great story, i love the more wild cat's, thats why i love rex, he's not as cool as yours (i lived with one like that once a real barn cat) but he's no house cat.....P.S. he loves mint, he's eating a pack of linda's gum right now
hey! how does he always find it? and then he leaves little tiny chewed up pieces all over the place. man, if i wasn't so happy to have him home he'd be in big Trouble. i'm sending him back out to nibble on your sage.
Ah pests..er I mean spous...that is pets, you gotta love 'em.
gotta love it all, one day its gone.....
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- alex 6-19-2002 6:01 pm
We had a big grey tom cat too. He came to our house on a Friday night and spent the rainy weekend crying outside our kitchen window. Sunday night my parents reluctantly took him in and promptly found a friend who offered to give him a home. The friend came and picked him up and drove him 10 miles or so to his house. A few days later the cat was back. He spent every night of the year outside and used to disappear for days at a time. His diet consisted mostly of field mice and rats, although we fed him daily. When we went on vacation he fended for himself. In his later years he became more domestic but continued to spend the nights outdoors. Eventually we moved with some friends into a large old Victorian house in Northwest Portland. There were no woods in the backyard and no fields for miles and new housemates had big loud dogs. Within a week of our move the cat was gone. The people who moved in to our old house promised that they'd call us if he ever showed up but we never heard from them.
- steve 6-19-2002 9:31 pm [add a comment]
great story, i love the more wild cat's, thats why i love rex, he's not as cool as yours (i lived with one like that once a real barn cat) but he's no house cat.....P.S. he loves mint, he's eating a pack of linda's gum right now
- Skinny 6-20-2002 2:09 am [add a comment]
hey! how does he always find it? and then he leaves little tiny chewed up pieces all over the place. man, if i wasn't so happy to have him home he'd be in big Trouble. i'm sending him back out to nibble on your sage.
- linda 6-20-2002 3:18 am [add a comment]
Ah pests..er I mean spous...that is pets, you gotta love 'em.
- steve 6-20-2002 7:09 am [add a comment]
gotta love it all, one day its gone.....
- Skinny 6-20-2002 4:23 pm [add a comment]