You know that I know nothing about cats but . . are all cats outrageously lazy?
Every time I see Cat stretched out on top of my car or curled up in her bed, I tell her . . You are a feral cat! You are supposed to find your own food! You are not supposed to be sleeping on someone’s car or curled up in a bed 24/7.
No wonder she doesn’t like me . . I wouldn’t like someone who told me that kind of stuff either.
There she sits! Her cat tree to her right, her comfy bed on a bale of straw. She has to be old. It looks like she’s getting gray around her face. I’m not wishing her any bad luck but we’re kinda stuck here til she’s gone because I can’t move off and leave an animal behind and for sure we can’t take her. So . . do I get to spend more time with my granddaughter or do I stay in Texas because of a cat that doesn’t even like me? Yes . . that’s what I’m thinking but really, I couldn’t leave her. We’ve halfway domesticated her and that would not be right to move off and leave her and who knows how long it would be that our house would sit empty before it sells and who knows if the owners would even want to deal with a cat who thinks she owns the place.
Vince was with me when we were outside yesterday so she was somewhat more comfortable with us being about 6 feet from her. If I’d been by myself, she would have taken off long before I got that close.
She’s a funny cat. She can’t get enough loving from Vince but only first thing in the morning. After that, he can’t touch her. She doesn’t hiss at him nearly as much as she hisses at me but she does still hiss at him some.