Yard and Garden Cat

Around the time I adopted Big Foot, a gray cat would come out from under the house to beg for food.  I was somewhat alarmed and began babbling aloud, “Where are all these cats coming from?” It had been six years since the last of my two indoor cats went to meet his maker and I decided not to replace them due to bad allergies. During those six years, we had no stray cats show up. Poppie’s black cat, Mimi/Hobo was a stray.

Initially, I ignored the gray cat because I didn’t want to suddenly become the Cat Lady. I even tried to pray him away. Unsuccessful, I began to feed him. He would disappear days at a time and I was always hopeful he had found another mark for his mooching. He came back from a three-day vanishing act with half of his left ear torn off and the appearance of having been neutered. After that, he never left again.

As he became more sure of himself in my eyes, he ran Big Foot off. Both the porch and I were now his territory. Realizing I had been adopted, I named him Gray Whiskers but shortened it to Whiskey.

Whiskey is a needy cat. Among cats, this is not normal but I suppose it’s fittin’ that an abnormal human be saddled with an abnormal cat. He would be a good candidate for psycho-cat-therapy because he sometimes acts like a dog.

  • He runs to greet me when I open the door. If he’s not already on the porch, he comes out from under the house and jumps through the porch railings or tears across the yard from some hiding place in the bushes.
  • I am not allowed to be independent. I must be followed if I leave the porch and go to the vegetable garden. Followed if I walk over to the gourd garden. Followed waaaaaaaaay across the property to the leaf pile. And he finds it necessary to talk to me during his surveillance of my activities.
  • If I go up to Momma’s house, where Big Foot now claims ownership of her porch, he follows me. He and Big Foot then get into it. Big Foot twists himself up like a pretzel and commences yodeling an ugly warning. Intimidating Big Foot is apparently a sport because I’ve seen Whiskey crouch among the flowers and then spring out at Big Foot like a Jack-in-the-Box.
  • When I put food in his bowl each morning, Whiskey wants to cuddle in my lap before eating. Even dogs don’t do this, do they?

My most recent attempt to do something outside without feline interference involved me sneaking out the back door and quietly closing it behind me. All I wanted to do was make a quick run to the compost bins for a deposit and run back in the house without Whiskey chattering my ears off. When I turned from the compost bins and looked toward the porch to see if I had gotten away with it, I saw Whiskey’s head poking out between the porch rails. He doesn’t look happy with me, does he?

15 thoughts on “Yard and Garden Cat”

  1. I love it and you have definitely been adopted. You know you are beginning to love that cat. Accept his cuddling and for goodness sake get ready for an inside cat. Just go get your shots like you did before so you don’t sound like you’re coughing up furr balls.

  2. I understand why they do the ear clipping but must so much be taken off? That is a “look” if ever I saw one! Really funny! And you got lucky that he got neutered without you having to do it!

    1. Lynn – His “neutering” and half a missing ear makes me suspect that teenage boys got hold of him. When he tried to escape, their knife probably clipped his ear. This wouldn’t happen in a vet’s office because they tranquilize the cats.

  3. Very funny, endearing photo of Whiskey…and I have to say I’m not totally convinced of the “no more indoor cats” pledge! I also enjoyed your previous blog on gourds. Maybe you’ll have better luck with the “harvest” next year.

    1. Flower Pot – Big Foot and Whiskey showed up in February and they are still outdoor cats so I’m doing good on the pledge. As for the gourds, I never give up the first year. I keep trying till I get it right. Thanks for visiting. Come back when you have time and read the Tickle My Funny Bone posts.

  4. A beautiful cat! Looks as though he is saying, “You think you are so smart!” I love cats. Had a mama and three kittens visiting my patio yesterday.

  5. Hey, folks. Clipping the left ear when a feral cat is neutered is the standard way to identify that they will no longer be adding to the feral population. Trap, Neuter, and Release has saved many cats from being euthanized. It may make their heads asymmetrical, but it’s better than the ultimate alternative. So enjoy your Russian Blue; he’s still a handsome gentleman.

    1. Pat — Thanks for the info on the clipped ear and the kind of cat. I didn’t know either. I don’t mind that someone had him fixed (they did me a favor – 3 years unemployed) but I sure do mind about that clipped ear. They could have taken less of the ear! I can understand doing that to a female cat but not a male cat. You can look at a male cat and tell they’ve been neutered. At the time that someone decided to “fix” him, he was already MY cat. I had taken him into the vet for shots so the poor thing may have gotten double shots in a very short period of time. Maybe the experience will teach him not to roam. I suppose if I had collared him I could have prevented this but I worry about a collared animal’s safety. He wasn’t really feral, either. Too needy and too domesticated. Big Foot, on the other hand, is FERAL.

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