I “blove” cats and miss having one of my own. I’ve been feeding special tidbits to the cat next door for more than two years now. It took weeks to get her to come to me and more weeks before I could touch her head. Now she rubs me all over and bites when I’m ready to stop before she is.
Of late, she’s been telling me her bowl is empty and I thought her people were being quite negligent. Then I discovered the true reason–a couple of frisky kittens.
The cat food thieves look to be around three months old, siblings of yellow and white, and homeless. They came boldly into my yard, begging shamelessly when they heard me call “Kitty, Kitty” to the neighbor’s elegantly marked tuxedo cat.
That they are brothers is undeniable, as they must have been close to identical until one lost his eye and the other lost a couple of inches off his tail. One-Eye and Stubby is how I think of them.
Stubby is overtly friendly, insisting on a head rub with his food. One-Eye is a bit skittish, not having his peripheral vision intact. I thought briefly about adopting one of them or suggesting to my husband that the little stub tail is rather cute. They’re both adorable when they play…but who wants a half-blind cat?
Visiting on an elderly neighbor’s porch, I found out she’s been feeding them her expensive dog kibble. “I won’t let them starve,” she assured me, wagging her head about the irresponsibility of people who have allowed or caused this situation. She doesn’t much like cats.
I am slowly losing the vision in one eye, and unless the ophthalmologist can figure it out pretty soon, I could eventually be just like the blind cat, bereft of my peripheral abilities and growing skittish, unsure of my footing and jumping at shadows.
When I walked into the yard yesterday, all three cats were meowing for food. One-Eye kitty was the one who hung around after eating, lazing under the carport while my husband worked out there. He does rather grow on you.
Who wants a half-blind cat? Maybe a half-blind author.