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Homeless cats and kittens
Jul. 9th, 2017 11:42 pmToday the mama cat brought her two kittens so I could feed them too. They look to be 5-6 weeks old, a broad-faced tuxedo cat and a slender, smaller brownish-greyish tabby. The other adult, the one I'm thinking is their uncle, is still too wary of me.
So the mama, who I'm calling Samantha, came right up to the bowl and started to eat. The tuxedo kitten dashed toward the bowl, saw me, dashed away, then dashed back and ate alongside mama. The tabby also wanted to eat, but interestingly, the uncle kept cuffing her, I guess warning her off me. After a couple attempts to dissuade her, he settled down outside the gate and she cautiously approached. Even more alarming than me was the hanging fuchsia above me, "arms" waving in the breeze. The tabby took so long to get to the bowl that I thought she wasn't going to get any. When the bowl was empty, the kittens dashed off to hang out with their uncle again (I'm calling him Arthur), but Samantha walked towards me and stared, waiting for me to get the hint. So I refilled the bowl. This time I sat much closer to it, getting the kittens more accustomed to me, as the three of them ate. Then I left so Arthur could have a turn.
In other news, J. and I went to an evening clarinet concert in Washburne Park, near the university. Imagine a choir of 25-30 clarinets playing the Danse Macabre!
So the mama, who I'm calling Samantha, came right up to the bowl and started to eat. The tuxedo kitten dashed toward the bowl, saw me, dashed away, then dashed back and ate alongside mama. The tabby also wanted to eat, but interestingly, the uncle kept cuffing her, I guess warning her off me. After a couple attempts to dissuade her, he settled down outside the gate and she cautiously approached. Even more alarming than me was the hanging fuchsia above me, "arms" waving in the breeze. The tabby took so long to get to the bowl that I thought she wasn't going to get any. When the bowl was empty, the kittens dashed off to hang out with their uncle again (I'm calling him Arthur), but Samantha walked towards me and stared, waiting for me to get the hint. So I refilled the bowl. This time I sat much closer to it, getting the kittens more accustomed to me, as the three of them ate. Then I left so Arthur could have a turn.
In other news, J. and I went to an evening clarinet concert in Washburne Park, near the university. Imagine a choir of 25-30 clarinets playing the Danse Macabre!