Newcomer
Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 3:18 am
Hello
I am new to this site and thought I would introduce myself and some furry friends. I am not a cat owner per se, but I enjoyed 14 years of my sister’s cat, Sammy, staying with me a few times a year. He was a quiet, chilled out boy, all black, and passed away after an illness last year. I still miss the little guy. On the small estate where I live, are long-time cat residents, two lovely tortoiseshell girls who live together and a sweet, big black/white/tabby mix girl. They like to pop in and out of my home and sometimes chill with me. Their names are John, Michael and Tom. Yes. Don’t ask!
Back in February this year, two new “kids on the block” arrived, popping through my kitchen window and investigating. They were young, adorable and friendly. They were back the following day and the day after, staying longer each time. They would sit on my lap, or play or cuddle up together for a nap. So cute. They belonged to my new neighbour. I think they decided that when she was out, my home would suit them nicely, as their visits became a daily routine. Their names are Socks and Snowy; they are brothers and have two homes!
Socks is a handsome, black and white cat. He loves lap time and a cuddle, is playful and the most vocal cat I have ever known. Apart from the usual “meow”, there is a “rrow-ow-urrr” which means “play with me or I will run around your home in a demented way”. Sometimes he sounds like a cow mooing. He also says “oh” in a petulant way when I dislodge him from my computer chair. What is it about that chair? There are other, more comfortable places, but he must have my computer chair. Why, we’ve even had a race across the room who’s going to get there first. It’s not me. I tried a compromise – me chair, him lap. Not good enough. He squeezes behind me and wriggles around, until somehow I am perched on the edge and he is sprawled comfortably. When I need to go out, I jangle the keys and he runs to the door. Good boy! Sometimes he will come for a walk with me, trotting at my side like a dog. Funny boy! And he brings me “presents”. Bad boy.
Snowy is mainly white, with a black and silver striped tail, and tan and black patches on his face. He is beautiful, with big, soulful eyes. In complete contrast to Socks, Snowy is very quiet. When he does meow, it’s more of a “meh-eh-eh” in a quiet, almost timid way which melts my heart. A little “meh” and I rush to do his bidding – a cuddle, a play, whatever he wants. Mostly, he is chilled out and independent. I write about him in the present tense because the alternative is unthinkable. No-one has seen him since 7th July. We’ve checked with the local vets and rescue places, dropped leaflets through letterboxes around the neighbourhood, checked with the Council. I was touched by how nice and friendly other people were during the leaflet drop, particularly cat owners. They told me stories of how their own cats went missing, turning up weeks, sometimes months later. That gave me hope, although not knowing what has become of him leaves a lump in my throat. I don’t know if Socks is missing his play/cuddle mate. Where the boys used to sit together on the patio wall, or play outside near (but not too close) to the girls, there is now just him. He looks lonely, but then I ‘m thinking in human terms.
The next stage now is to put Snowy on the missing pet boards. Maybe we should have done that first, but better late than never.
Catchat has been a great resource for information. I'm glad I found this site and it’s nice meeting you all.
I am new to this site and thought I would introduce myself and some furry friends. I am not a cat owner per se, but I enjoyed 14 years of my sister’s cat, Sammy, staying with me a few times a year. He was a quiet, chilled out boy, all black, and passed away after an illness last year. I still miss the little guy. On the small estate where I live, are long-time cat residents, two lovely tortoiseshell girls who live together and a sweet, big black/white/tabby mix girl. They like to pop in and out of my home and sometimes chill with me. Their names are John, Michael and Tom. Yes. Don’t ask!
Back in February this year, two new “kids on the block” arrived, popping through my kitchen window and investigating. They were young, adorable and friendly. They were back the following day and the day after, staying longer each time. They would sit on my lap, or play or cuddle up together for a nap. So cute. They belonged to my new neighbour. I think they decided that when she was out, my home would suit them nicely, as their visits became a daily routine. Their names are Socks and Snowy; they are brothers and have two homes!
Socks is a handsome, black and white cat. He loves lap time and a cuddle, is playful and the most vocal cat I have ever known. Apart from the usual “meow”, there is a “rrow-ow-urrr” which means “play with me or I will run around your home in a demented way”. Sometimes he sounds like a cow mooing. He also says “oh” in a petulant way when I dislodge him from my computer chair. What is it about that chair? There are other, more comfortable places, but he must have my computer chair. Why, we’ve even had a race across the room who’s going to get there first. It’s not me. I tried a compromise – me chair, him lap. Not good enough. He squeezes behind me and wriggles around, until somehow I am perched on the edge and he is sprawled comfortably. When I need to go out, I jangle the keys and he runs to the door. Good boy! Sometimes he will come for a walk with me, trotting at my side like a dog. Funny boy! And he brings me “presents”. Bad boy.
Snowy is mainly white, with a black and silver striped tail, and tan and black patches on his face. He is beautiful, with big, soulful eyes. In complete contrast to Socks, Snowy is very quiet. When he does meow, it’s more of a “meh-eh-eh” in a quiet, almost timid way which melts my heart. A little “meh” and I rush to do his bidding – a cuddle, a play, whatever he wants. Mostly, he is chilled out and independent. I write about him in the present tense because the alternative is unthinkable. No-one has seen him since 7th July. We’ve checked with the local vets and rescue places, dropped leaflets through letterboxes around the neighbourhood, checked with the Council. I was touched by how nice and friendly other people were during the leaflet drop, particularly cat owners. They told me stories of how their own cats went missing, turning up weeks, sometimes months later. That gave me hope, although not knowing what has become of him leaves a lump in my throat. I don’t know if Socks is missing his play/cuddle mate. Where the boys used to sit together on the patio wall, or play outside near (but not too close) to the girls, there is now just him. He looks lonely, but then I ‘m thinking in human terms.
The next stage now is to put Snowy on the missing pet boards. Maybe we should have done that first, but better late than never.
Catchat has been a great resource for information. I'm glad I found this site and it’s nice meeting you all.
I can't think of a better reference.
My friends call me a cat magnet others, the mad cat woman. 