Last month, I posted a photo of the new cat who was visiting our porch, hanging out and just mainly pissing off Molly. The one we decided to name Petruchio. We figured he was a stray cat much like Caliban (he lives with my mother-in-law). Recently he has been a more frequent visitor so we started leaving him food, especially in light of the cold snap earlier in the year.
Tonight, his owners appeared while I was leaving out some food for him. Three girls peering over the fence. They asked me to help cajole him toward them because he’s their cat and his name is Lookie (rhymes with cookie the oldest told me). After profusely apologizing, I know I would be upset if someone was wooing my cats away with food. I succeeded in getting him away from the gate to the front yard and herd him toward them. Poor guy, he was limping. We chatted and I put their names in my iPhone due to my poor short-term memory; they’re very sweet kids but I best not post their names since anonymous ‘bots and people do view the site (the lawyers I’ve known would always advise to do nothing or withhold). I hope to talk to them some more, maybe mend the metaphorical fences between us and their parents. I let the girls know that Lookie is always welcome in our yard, only Molly hates him. Besides, the quartet we own stay inside so if Lookie is in a fight, I would say the smart money is on Akuma, the toughest male cat I know in our area. There were some other recommendations I gave such as taking Lookie to Dr. Todd at White Rock if necessary and if they need to retrieve him, it’s OK.
I hope Lookie will let me pet him this year. He is a handsome kitty.