I'm So Foolish

Hi cat lovers, it's been some time since I've been here I know. I just haven't had much to talk about since Chatter had disappeared from our home. It is now over five months and foolish as it may be, I still look out on my porch for him in the morning before I get my coffee. I really don't expect to see him their but in my mind I think....wouldn't it be awesome if he was their waiting for me to open the door. Foolish foolish me, it's only a cat I had for only six months in my life.

His Name is Alester And He Just Walked Away.

As you know this is a new blog and so I'm picking up stories from my other Fine Cats & Kittens blog to post on here. This is not a happy story but this blog is about My Kentucky Cats so here it is.


He is so happy playing with my cats, running and hiding under the pine trees, the blackberry bushes, and the woods below, he also loves sleeping on my porch, I’m happy he’s here, He especially liked Little Girl.
This past March my granddaughter Chelsea and her parents packed up everything and moved to Texas. I asked Chelsea to please leave him with me. As you read you’ll see that Alister already was staying on the big deck and my back porch, he loved it their ! He also enjoyed playing in the woods in the back yard and playing with my cats Dixie and Little Girl. I was certain he would be happy here rather then be shipped off to a new and unknown place. He seemed to be content and settled into his new arrangement, but he would not come into my house even though one night it was cold and raining. I put a large towel on the chair that he slept in on my porch and felt he would stay warm and be fine. He was just fine and as the days began to warm up I was sure that Alister was going to become a permanent member to my family.

Two weeks had gone by and things seemed to be going well when one day, I remember so well because I was in my living room staring out the big picture window when I saw Alister  walking on the other side of our fence. I never saw him on that side of the fence before so I just watched him walk slowly down the hill and into the woods.

I have not seen Alister since that day. He never came back. Was he aware of what was going on as he watched my family move every piece of furniture out of the house into a big truck, even his favorite chair? Did he think that Chelsea would surely be home that night as he watched her get into the truck and saw it move down the road and out of site? Did he wonder why the lights never came on at night in the house, and no one opened the front door to let him in? Was his heart broken?

I looked for Alister for a year after he walked away. I have heard stories about cats that ran away from home and return three four and even five years later. When I first saw the tan and cream stray two weeks ago, and only could see the cat from afar, I thought it just might be Alister. My heart started to beat  fast and I held my breath trying to get a better look at him. The stray is not Alister.

He's a Gem !

Alister seems to be content with his hair cut, with
his new surroundings, and the warm sun. We already love Alister

Yes he is definitely home.

My Little Girl really loves him and they get along great.

 He spends lots of his time on the top of the cabinet 

         with this ceramic chicken, very strange.

Guess we'll keep him. 

I Look Out The Window

My Missy goes out the door every day, All alone and lonely here I stay. She leaves me food water and toys to play, Even so she’s gone and my days are gray. *************************************** Where we live their is no yard with grass, No fields of hay, or lakes with Bass. Only buildings with brick and windows of glass. The days are long and time slow to pass. ***************************************** I eat and drink and watch out the window, When it’s time for her here, I seem to know. My hair stands up, my heart skips a beat, I jump off the chair and run to her feet. ****************************************** It seems that every few days, not sure I know, Why she doesn’t rush out the door to go. In the big chair she sits and reads while on her lap I sit and purr, Then watching TV together, she runs her hands through my fur. ************************************************ But I know, again and again my Missy will leave, And again I will look out the window and grieve. So alas she tells me when she’s home it’s a weekend, And always and always on them I can depend. * Eileen 2014 ( Inside The Authors Head ) I have come across many pictures of cats looking out windows that were sweet and bright and gave me a happy feeling but this one took me aback. It’s kinda dark and gave me a sad feeling, hence this poem. It’s not one of my better writings as I quickly jotted down the words that went with the images in my head.