Wordless Wednesday: homeless

don't bother me...i own this spot until sunrise - Stray Gray Kitteh

Wordless Wednesday: 80′s kids and kitties

During the dog-less years in the 1980′s, Goldilocks – the orange tomcat ruled our home. I would have forgotten him if not for these old photos. -Twinkle

my unexpected kitteh guest

Hi. It’s me, Vanilla Bean.

Most of the dogs I meet in the blogosphere have kitteh-stories to tell or live with mean/adorable meowing housemates. So, I’m trying to convince the other gals that having a cat around is handy and cool. However, they often give me that are-ya-serious?-look as if I’m missing something impawtant… sigh…

So for the meantime, my kitteh-tales would revolve around strays… No problem inviting them in because I’m the gate watcher and our place seems to be a magnet for homeless cats… like this latest feline visitor…

me barking/attending to the stray the little kitteh at the porch

…the poor thing has little energy to make an audible sound; he’s so hungry that he dives in with gusto on the left-over rice at a food bowl. Meanwhile, I’m barking at him for an invitation to play chase with me… and he turns his face toward me with this look…

Why do kittehs keep giving me that look? He is my second stray and he, too, expresses that he doesn’t want to play with me… (Ya could view my first stray kitteh encounter here.) I keep barking at him until Keanna decides to check on us, shushes me and gives him a deadline. to scram…

Keanna: eat and then leave in peace... you have 10 more minutes...

[Keanna explains that visiting cats or strays are ok but a cat-pet is definitely a no-no; another pet would mean minus minutes of Twinkle-bonding... ] Oh no… another missed fun-chase oppurtunity… Would you kindly tell me what I did wrong? Why did the kitteh turned down my invitation? Here’s the video of my second stray kitteh encounter:

ruff and hiss exchange

Stray cats like to take a night’s lodging at our upper garden. It is a perfect place for felines who are just passing through because it is out-of-bounds to the resident dogs.

This morning, Vanilla Bean hears some meows.  When she investigates the source of the cries, she comes face to face with a pair of stray kitties — mother and son. She does her usual friendly overtures but the gray-coated kitten is somewhat suspicious and defensive. He emits a hissing sound every time the ShihPoo tries to get near him. During this 15-minute interaction, the mama-cat stares in silence as the two young fur-balls exchange some hisses and woofs. Here’s the video of that meeting around 8:38 a.m.:

Vanilla Bean goes inside my room after the cats vacate the upper garden. She lies in the rug as she mopes in her failure to chase the kitties… Her expression says:  I’m cute, ain’t I… so why’s that kitteh’s scared of me… and he sez he ain’t playin’ wid me.

She’ll eventually get over it… For the meantime, we’ll have fun with other pets on the Saturday Blog Hop…

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The fierce, the cute, and the cat

The real measure of a day’s heat is the length of a sleeping cat. — Charles J. Brady

I rarely caught a glimpse of Burtokali basking in the morning sunlight. (I gave him that name as a description of his coat color; burtokal means the color orange in Arabic.) This morning, I saw him lying on his makeshift cushion (uprooted weeds covered with a plastic sheet) near the pots of Paper Flowers. He was a bit shy but he obliged to pose still for a few seconds.

When he came into this Poodle-mix territory last May 2011, this orange/cream stray tomcat got barked, chased, and ignored by the pack — Cassie, Keanna, and Princess. Despite the presence of feisty pooches, he still picked our 2nd-floor garden as his temporary abode. This morning, however, he stayed clear as Cassie and Vanilla Bean used the area for their “dog-lessons”… Burtokali knew that the top mutt would ignore him but not the playful little pooch…