The four month old Siamese from the minimercado next door (other side of wall) has become insoportable, according to Guillermina, the neighbor who runs it.
But we were delighted when it visited the other evening. The dogs were inside (needless to say), and the cat put its front paws on the low bay window sill to be nose to nose with Mocha the dog, who was puzzled, to say the least.
Nice to have cat energy around again. It’s been a few years.
Mexico, 2007. Baby Gita and an orange cat.
Gita passed away in 2019.
I’ve spotted cats around this one vacant house for some while. But never four at once, sitting in the open, watching me and my dog through an open fence.
Fortunately, for my dog, cats do not represent food value. However, if that one in front was 3-day-old, stale, maybe even moldy bread, she’d be in there in a heartbeat. Yes, that daft.
Closer to home, our neighbor emails me a picture of our cat, asleep. On their bed, in their house, upstairs.
It doesn’t matter that the box has wheels. If it’s a box, a cat has to get in it. Has to.
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That cat has gotten a little annoying the last few nights. If he doesn’t come in at dusk, he wakes us up in the middle of the night to get in. If he stays in at dusk, he wakes us in the early hours to go out.
Last night, apparently, he found something fascinating to catch by jumping up on the bathroom mirror…
…after stepping in toothpaste that had oozed out of the tube of locally-produced stuff.
Still keeping himself amused, I’m happy to report.
His name has become Oscar Peepers, because he resembles our last cat Peepers, who came into our yard a very sick stray, got healthy, then died young.
Related:
…kitten has become comfortable.
