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.

Where is She?

The stray didn't show up today and the girls and I had many questions. Did it get hit by a car, eaten by a coyote which we have many around here in the woods. I hear them howling late at night if I'm up late enough. Has it found another home that's leaving food, could be anything. It was a no show all day so I brought the food back in my house.

The next morning I let my cats out and Dixie ran half way down the yard and just sat for an hour looking into the woods. I'm sure she was watching for the stray. Little Girl sat on my porch railing for quite some time staring towards the woods. The next day, Sunday the same behavior from my girls, Little Girl watching the woods from our porch railing and Dixie running down the yard stopping in the same place and peering into the woods. Again, no show. What I find very interesting  Is that the pan of cat food is on the chair on my porch and yet neither of my cats will eat it. They know it's their yet they scratch on the door to come in and eat from the other dish of food in the house. It's Monday morning and this is the start of the day. This is new, sweet, and kinda sad, they are both at the woods edge looking for the stray. Wonder if it will show up today?

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.