It is five o'clock on Christmas morning as I type this. Savannah's barking woke me up and when I came downstairs I heard Mickey Kitty howling for all he was worth. I opened up the back door and saw not one but two cats sitting in the back courtyard just staring into the fenced-in coop, and there was Mickey... in the coop with his nose up against the fence and he was howling loud enough to wake up everyone in the hills here. Mickey is a very small cat and it made me laugh to see those loud sounds coming out of his tiny cat-self.
I took the flash-light and went outside and the gray/white stray who has been hanging around here ran off towards the barn, along with another cat. It was too dark in that part of the yard to see the coloring on that other cat. Just what we need on Christmas morning... not one stray, but two.
I thought that maybe if I walked Savannah up towards the barn, those stray cats would see there's a dog here and go find another place to live. No such luck. Savannah saw the two cats by the barn and she just looked at them and wagged her tail. I guess she's so used to our own cats that one or two more won't make much difference to her. The two cats just sat there by the barn and watched me and Savannah... and Savannah sat down in the grass and looked at the cats and wagged her tail. Give me a blessed break.
Christmas morning. I am not (NOT) going to feed those stray cats. I've learned my lesson with the orange/white stray that was here for over a year and didn't do anything but cause havoc with our own two outside cats and then bit and scratched both me and my husband.
How can I not feed those stray cats on Christmas morning?
I am not (NOT) going to feed those cats.
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