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Git Along, Little Kitties

October 16, 2012

There’s a new cat in town and her name is Jane. Mary Jane, to be precise. She’s a regular old housecat and I’m not exaggerating. Before joining the homestead she’d never been outside. On a typical day she’d hide under Eric’s table until the coast was blatantly clear, only then creeping out to visit the litter box and food bowl. Few people ever saw her. Not once in a year and more has his daughter touched her.

Actually there’re two new cats in town. It took a while to realize this because the other looks so similar to Jane. I don’t know its name; it wasn’t invited to the party. But there’s no doubt that it’s here. It comes inside, soaking wet, and stays. It perches on a cozy blanket and utters throaty growls. It overturns the compost and eats chicken bones. But the strange thing is that it lets me pick it up by the scruff of the neck. It doesn’t resist.

To tell the truth, it’s entirely possible that there’re three new cats in town. The third, the first to actually show up uninvited, was scrawny and malnourished. It hissed. It fled the moment it realized its presence wasn’t appreciated. But it was also gray and white, like Jane, and it perched on the same cozy blanket as number two.

I just don’t know. It seems a coincidence that after a year two similar looking cats would brave our pet door within days of each other and sit in the same spot. And this only a week after Jane joined the household. Maybe the scrawny cat nourished itself on the sly, at our expense, and finally decided we didn’t mind and began to show itself. Maybe the pet door has become a Twilight Zone type of cat portal and this is just the beginning. Or maybe it’s been going on for a long time.

What I do know is this: having strange cats come into the house is completely unacceptable. I’m not going to stand for it and I’m not going to take it sitting down. (is that an oxymoron?) Tonight I set the pet door to only open inwards, so if cat #2 or cat #3 enters they won’t be able to escape. They can eat to their heart’s content, but the moment Jane – or either of my two cats – confronts the stray I’ll know it and be able to step in.

I should set up a video camera by the pet door. It would be pretty funny to see one of the cats racing headlong at the door, fully expecting it to open, only to butt their head against the equivalent of a solid wall. Then I could send it in to America’s Funniest Videos and win a bunch of money; certainly enough to buy a high-tech electronic pet collar and corresponding door system.

In the meantime Sage, Buddy, and Mary Jane are housebound. It will give them a chance to establish their pecking order and become friends, or at least learn to tolerate each other. Jane is making huge strides. Sage just runs away. Buddy is somewhere in the middle; sometimes Jane scares him and sometimes he scares her. I think he might be a tad bipolar.

Oh! It just peeked through the pet door! Tonight’s the night, folks. I’m going cat hunting. Wish me luck!


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