As you all have surmised by now, the population of felines at my house rises and falls like the tide, depending on the season and crowding of our shelters. Right now, shall we say, I'm at Peak Capacity. Having said that, I will tell you what happened over the weekend. The weather here in Massachusetts has been sunny and much warmer than usual, so I allowed two of my own cats permission to go out on the deck . Later in the afternoon I was surprised to see my little foster Tuxedo (black and white) , Socksy, sitting on the railing looking in the kitchen window at me. My cat, Jane was nearby, so I opened the back door and they both ran in. About an hour later, I
heard great hissing and growling coming from the stairs and headed that way to see which ones were fussing at each other. "Socksy" met me halfway, very upset, and tried to attack my legs. Luckily, I had on jeans and received only a minor scratch , but I told her she'd better calm down, or the shelter's cages loomed. I couldn't figure out why this normally shy and sweet girl was so agitated and agressive. Climbing the stairs, I heard meowing, so I went to check on the Ragdoll kitten and little all-black foster girl. To my GREAT SURPRISE, there was Socksy sitting calmly in the doorway to her room. Uh oh.....Who was downstairs in the kitchen? Doing rapid calculations, I realized that he must be new in the neighborhood, was curious, and came in to see what was going on in this house! After an hour or so, he got scared, and that was why he tried to claw me and was so upset. I ran to the front door, opened it, and luckily he ran out! Now I'm wondering if my house is becoming one of those magnets, attracting all sorts of strays......By the way, did you know that during the Great Depression, when many people were walking the roads looking for work, sympathetic homeowners would come out with soup and bread, even if they could not help them in any other way. The so-called "hobos" would then draw primitive pictures of cats on their fences, telling other travellers that" here dwells someone with a kind heart". I'd like to think that my fence has lots of these drawings-even if they are invisible to the naked eye.....
heard great hissing and growling coming from the stairs and headed that way to see which ones were fussing at each other. "Socksy" met me halfway, very upset, and tried to attack my legs. Luckily, I had on jeans and received only a minor scratch , but I told her she'd better calm down, or the shelter's cages loomed. I couldn't figure out why this normally shy and sweet girl was so agitated and agressive. Climbing the stairs, I heard meowing, so I went to check on the Ragdoll kitten and little all-black foster girl. To my GREAT SURPRISE, there was Socksy sitting calmly in the doorway to her room. Uh oh.....Who was downstairs in the kitchen? Doing rapid calculations, I realized that he must be new in the neighborhood, was curious, and came in to see what was going on in this house! After an hour or so, he got scared, and that was why he tried to claw me and was so upset. I ran to the front door, opened it, and luckily he ran out! Now I'm wondering if my house is becoming one of those magnets, attracting all sorts of strays......By the way, did you know that during the Great Depression, when many people were walking the roads looking for work, sympathetic homeowners would come out with soup and bread, even if they could not help them in any other way. The so-called "hobos" would then draw primitive pictures of cats on their fences, telling other travellers that" here dwells someone with a kind heart". I'd like to think that my fence has lots of these drawings-even if they are invisible to the naked eye.....
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