What Have I Started !

>This stray cat is quite vocal, as I wheeled myself into the living room this morning I heard the stray meowing. I knew it was the tan and white stray because every time I hear that familiar meow I see her. I pulled back the drape and there she was, sitting their looking in my sliding glass door. Pulling back the drape didn't frighten her at all surprised me. I got the pan of cat food and put it on the chair on my porch as I always do now. She went right to the porch,  jumped up on the chair and began to eat. I guess we now have a morning routine, that's nice. Why the "What Have I Started" . I went out on the porch to get the pan of cat food after the stray had finished and left and low and behold, a black cat with a white tipped tail ran out from under my porch and into the woods it went....what have I started.

We Are Making Progress!

The stray cat has been coming around our house now every day for about a week. As I had mentioned he or she is very thin but does look fairly good. No cuts, clear eyes, alert, and it's coat of fur looks good, it's just thin to where the ribs are slightly showing. Three days ago it came up on my deck. my two cats were their and no one growled, hissed, or ran away. They just sat there looking at each other. 

I slowly opened the door and placed a pan of food on the chair. The stray jumped off the deck and went into the woods. I thought to myself, I'll put it out again early in the morning as I see the cat in the mornings in the yard. Next morning I placed a small dish of dry cat food on the chair on my deck and went about getting my cats fed and my breakfast. A little later as I was  looking out my window while finishing my coffee this is what I saw. Of course I quickly got my camera.

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. 

We Have a Stray

Well looks like this new blog is going to be interesting after all. I have been going through all the older hidden stories in my Fine Cats blog to post on here. I'm trying to post them in the order they were acted out, but low and behold something very interesting has been happening this past week. We have a very skinny stray coming around. When it was closer to the deck I didn't have my camera so by the time I got it the cat had moved away from the deck and hid behind a tree and Dixie was observing it's every move. Little girl was watching from our deck.

The black cat is Dixie, the stray is light tan and white. Don't know if it's a male or female but I think it's a girl because she's (I'm saying she until I know better) she is calm, quiet, and seems gentle. Just when it was going to get interesting some friends of mine walked up on the deck and off ran the stray into the woods.

Little Girl Part #4

It did happen, LG and  Dixie have bonded.                           

Let me back up a little here.................
I don't know if I did the right thing or not. People often say , let nature take it's course, and I'm the first to agree with that statement. Often when people interfere, thinking they have the answers , things go arie, when if left alone, things would have eventually worked out for the best. But I never experienced anything like I saw with LG after she lost all her kittens. Every cat my kids had, that got pregnant before we got them fixed, never lost all their young after two day's. Sometimes one or even two would die because they were the runts and Mama would push them out or the first baby worked so hard getting born, they would be weak and not make it. Mama cat would not seem to concerned because she had to move on and take care of her litter that survived.
Poor Little Girl. I had her box in a corner of my bathroom which is quite a good size room. Two day's later when the baby's all died, one by one they died, I removed the box. I felt she didn't need to see it, an empty box, just their, that would not do. Well she would sit right where the box was and cry. I'm not kidding you, I would be busy doing what ever I do and I'd hear her , not a meow, not a howl or a growl as cats do, but a soft moan, I can't explain it to you but it was pitiful. She did this for four days off and on.
I asked my granddaughter Chelsea to ask around and find out if anyone has new kittens ready to be placed in homes. I didn't want one too young that I would have to feed it with a bottle but young enough that it might be able to nurse off of LG if LG were to let it. I wanted a girl, would be nice if it had neat markings, I like unusual cats. Six day's later Chelsea found a cute black and white female kitten, nine weeks old for sale at a pet shop.
When Chelsea brought her in my living room, everyone, LG, Gypsy, and the new kitten growled and hissed at each other. I was happy to see the new member didn't back off one bit but did her share of hissing and growling. Good, they all like each other and will get along just fine. As always, Gypsy could care less about the new kitten which I named Dixie, no idea why, guess it's just a nice southern name. On the other hand LG and Dixie seemed to be at each other all the time. Dixie is something else which I'll go into at a later date. Dixie does not have a normal meow. She opens her mouth and a little squeak comes out. Now it's a bit longer but broken up so it sounds like squ...ee...ek. You got it.
Anyhow, I'd hear her squeaking very loudly and think LG was killing her. I finally broke them up one day because I was worried that maybe LG was upset with the fact that I would try and replace her baby's and might be trying to actually do the new kitten in ! But no way. When I pulled them apart, LG walked away and Dixie went right after her and JUMPED her! and while doing that she was loudly squeaking. I've caught her doing that loud squeak when she doesn't get her own way about something. What a faker!
Twelve days had gone by when one  Friday evening LG was sleeping on the chair in my living room. I was busy in my bedroom on my computer and I saw Dixie sneak out of my bedroom into the living room. I expected the howling and squeaking to start up but there was nothing but complete silents. I slowly rolled my wheelchair up to the doorway and peeked around the corner looking at the chair LG was sleeping on. I had figured, here we go again with her messing around with LG, disturbing her sleep and looking for trouble.
Wait a minute....... she is snuggling up under Little Girl's tummy and I believe she's nursing and LG is letting her, not only letting her but she's cleaning and grooming Dixie while Dixie's nursing, just like Mama cats do to there baby's when nursing. WOW, amazing ! 

They are inseparable now. I guess I did do the right thing.
 

Gypsy Meeting a New Neighbor

Gypsy is really making herself at home in my house. She seems very happy and is getting quite playful. My son in-law recently brought home a kitten and Gypsy is getting to know her through the sliding glass door. Enjoy this step by step process.

Lets talk about Gypsy

I have another cat I don't talk about much because she wasn't really my cat but my granddaughters. She too just had a litter at a very young age so I hung onto every word my grandchild said about the progress of my Little Girl. This other cats name is Gypsy, named rightly so because she was a stray that came and went. My granddaughter did not take good care of Gypsy because she was having marital problems and the fact that she had baby's, I confiscated her, got her fixed plus shots, lots of good food and placed all her youngins in nice homes. So yes, I think she is now my cat along with Little Girl. They do get along just fine which helped me to make a quick decision to keep her.

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.

His name is Aleister

Chelsea is my granddaughter and a real animal lover, cats, dogs, turtles, monkeys, horses, and so on. She would go over to this friends of hers house a few times a week to hang out.  They had a big long haired cream and tan cat that according to Chelsea was sorely neglected. The cat had big knots in his fur, cuts on his legs, and his eyes were kinda glazed and red around the edges. She had talked to her friend about the cats health and from her thinking they didn't seem to care. One day while visiting her friend and getting more frustrated by the situation, when she left she picked up the cat and took it with her. Just picked him up and walked out the front door with him. No one stopped her and that's how Alister became part of our Kentucky family. When she brought him home, her dad immediately took the cat and shaved off all his fur. The cat was so delighted with his hair cut, you could tell by the way he was walking around and rolling on the floor, awesome.

Lets start with Little Girl

My Little Girl Sparkle #1
That's her name, but she was so little and so cute that I kept saying little girl to her. She never showed any notice when I called her Sparkle but she would look right at me when ever I said "little girl" and would come to me, so Little Girl it is. I know.....it seems like all us old ladies call their pups or kittens little girl, kinda dumb. I hear that from so many family members but I don't care. If my cat likes her name and comes to that name when I call it.....so be it. It seems like I just got her and now she is excepting. I allowed that on purpose because I wanted one of her off springs, and wanted her to have one of her own children to keep. If she has four, they are already placed in nice homes. I'm keeping one as I said, my granddaughter is keeping one, my daughter is going to keep one, and a maybe from my neighbor. Then she will be fixed along with her child. Just want everyone to know I'm a responsible pet owner. Being pregnant at a very young age and it hasn't slowed her down one bit.  She is pretty much near the end and I'd hoped she would have settled down some and stay around the house and in the house, but nooo, she's out ALL the time. She wants out first thing in the morning and stays out all day till dusk. Then she is at my door, just before I begin to worry, and it's getting little dark. She does this every night. She's gotten so big, her belly has dropped low, and in the the past few days I haven't wanted to let her out but she cries and fusses and scratches the door till I can't take it any more and I open the door and out she goes like a bullet.
Well it's now 11:15 p.m. tonight and Little Girl has not come home yet. I'm just sick over it. I couldn't eat my supper nor my midnight snack. There is only three reasons why she didn't come home. Someone is keeping her in their house, she got hurt and can't make it back to the house, or....she had her baby's out their in the woods and can't leave them because they would freeze to death. The temperature is dropping tonight and sleet and rain is expected, and I'm frightened for my sweet cat. Gypsy is upset too because I'm sitting here crying and she keeps looking out the door. She finally started to meow meow at the door. I did, I let her out even though it's this late, but Gypsy never wants out in the evening so I figure she knows I'm upset and she's going to find Little Girl. It could happen, we'll see.Good night, though I won't be able to sleep tonight.     

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Little Girl ~ Part #2

Where I left off a few day's ago.....
I know I left you off with no idea what's going on but by the time Gypsy came home I was exhausted and went to bed to tired to post anything. Gypsy came to the door about a half hour after she left. I let her in and searched the porch as much as I could from my door and no signs of Little Girl. I rolled down the covers on my bed and then got my PJ's on. One more look out the door and then I'm shutting it and going to bed. There she is !  Little Girl was at the door. Needles to say we all went to bed and fell asleep very quickly. What I wondered the next day was....did Gypsy find Little Girl and scold her and tell her to get her furry little butt home, or did it just happen that Little Girl came home just fifteen minuets after Gypsy came in ? We'll never know. Little Girl is not going out again until after she has her kittens, and that's that!