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Remember that squeaky, fawning black and white cat with the harness on that we saw lurking this past Saturday night?
He's baaaack. Woke up this morning to find him mewing at me (in a very effective, pathetic manner) from my porch. Yep; he'd jumped up and scrambled over the porch railing.
Giving in to the inevitable (that if he really was living rough, I'd at least give him a square meal), I put on my flop flops, filled a spare dish with some crunchies and another with water, set them out at the top of the stairs just outside that back entrance, then moved junk stored just inside out of the way, opened the door to the porch, and shooed him out the back.
He set to the food for a couple of minutes, but then left it unfinished, instead jumped up onto that little ledge outside the windows and proceeded to whinge as if angling to get inside.
Janie sat on the living room corner rug and stared. At times that seemed to unnerve him; he'd stroll away, but kept returning, definitely hanging around. Even stared back and hissed at her once or twice.
She just sat there and gave him the hairy eyeball. She seemed mildly concerned, but seemed to see that he couldn't get inside (despite his 'Aint' I so Cute?' mewing and rolling attempts at manipulation).
And he is a he.
He tried to squirm and roll right on the window ledge, and suddenly slipped - he clung for a couple of moments to the edge by his two front paws, then dropped with a thump (but only the two feet or so to the top of the stairs.)
I snickered inwardly.
He's a quick study, too - even as I moved around, getting ready to take off for work, I heard a noise out back, and sure enough...he'd scrambled/climbed back onto the porch again. I rolled my eyes, again ushered him out and back out the back door.
He was back in the porch a half-a-minute later.
D'OH!
I shrugged inwardly, set all the windows to secure mode, and went to work, my last sight of him a glimpse of him lounging on the corner of the porch. As I see it, he got in there, he's perfectly capable of getting out again.
I'm stuck right now between Annoyance and reluctant admiration of his persistance.
We'll see if he's still lurking come evening time.
He's baaaack. Woke up this morning to find him mewing at me (in a very effective, pathetic manner) from my porch. Yep; he'd jumped up and scrambled over the porch railing.
Giving in to the inevitable (that if he really was living rough, I'd at least give him a square meal), I put on my flop flops, filled a spare dish with some crunchies and another with water, set them out at the top of the stairs just outside that back entrance, then moved junk stored just inside out of the way, opened the door to the porch, and shooed him out the back.
He set to the food for a couple of minutes, but then left it unfinished, instead jumped up onto that little ledge outside the windows and proceeded to whinge as if angling to get inside.
Janie sat on the living room corner rug and stared. At times that seemed to unnerve him; he'd stroll away, but kept returning, definitely hanging around. Even stared back and hissed at her once or twice.
She just sat there and gave him the hairy eyeball. She seemed mildly concerned, but seemed to see that he couldn't get inside (despite his 'Aint' I so Cute?' mewing and rolling attempts at manipulation).
And he is a he.
He tried to squirm and roll right on the window ledge, and suddenly slipped - he clung for a couple of moments to the edge by his two front paws, then dropped with a thump (but only the two feet or so to the top of the stairs.)
I snickered inwardly.
He's a quick study, too - even as I moved around, getting ready to take off for work, I heard a noise out back, and sure enough...he'd scrambled/climbed back onto the porch again. I rolled my eyes, again ushered him out and back out the back door.
He was back in the porch a half-a-minute later.
D'OH!
I shrugged inwardly, set all the windows to secure mode, and went to work, my last sight of him a glimpse of him lounging on the corner of the porch. As I see it, he got in there, he's perfectly capable of getting out again.
I'm stuck right now between Annoyance and reluctant admiration of his persistance.
We'll see if he's still lurking come evening time.