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Post Office Cat
Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I
know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail" from time to time. :) There was a cute little grey tabby looking for all the world like it was guarding the front door. I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out. The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door. I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat. Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by the front door like that. She was cute. :) Jill |
Post Office Cat
Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I
know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail" from time to time. :) There was a cute little grey tabby looking for all the world like it was guarding the front door. I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out. The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door. I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat. Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by the front door like that. She was cute. :) We used to live near a chippie/Italian takeaway in the centre of Edinburgh. They had a big ginger cat sitting by the door most of the day. Over the years he got steadily fatter like a furry version of "Supersize Me" and ended up like a ginger space hopper. I presume people used to give him bits of fried fish whenever he turned on the charm (which he did all the time). Not a good advert for the product. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- e m a i l : j a c k @ c a m p i n . m e . u k Jack Campin, 11 Third Street, Newtongrange, Midlothian EH22 4PU, Scotland mobile 07800 739 557 http://www.campin.me.uk Twitter: JackCampin |
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On 8/13/2016 1:30 PM, Judith Latham wrote:
In article , jmcquown wrote: Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail" from time to time. :) There was a cute little grey tabby looking for all the world like it was guarding the front door. I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out. The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door. I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat. Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by the front door like that. She was cute. :) Jill I love it when there is a cat attached in someway to a shop or office. When I started work there were two cats who lived in the building, they were out and around the grounds at night and most afternoons they were on a cushion, on a chair in one of the offices. The staff covered the costs of both cats. When you next visit the Post Office I'm sure the people who work there will know something about the little grey cat. Judith The woman working there asked me if I wanted to take the cat home. No can do. Buffy would pitch a fit. She said it just hangs out there by the door. Jill |
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On Fri, 12 Aug 2016 11:55:39 -0400, jmcquown
wrote: Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail" from time to time. :) There was a cute little grey tabby looking for all the world like it was guarding the front door. I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out. The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door. I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat. Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by the front door like that. She was cute. :) It's cool to see things like that. Our local club has a tabby that has been there close to a year now. Most people bring their dogs too and yet this cat remains unscathed and happy to mingle amongst people. |
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On Sat, 13 Aug 2016 14:27:34 -0400, jmcquown
wrote: The woman working there asked me if I wanted to take the cat home. No can do. Buffy would pitch a fit. She said it just hangs out there by the door. "Hey lady, you got some spare dry food?" |
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Jack Campin wrote:
Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail" from time to time. :) There was a cute little grey tabby looking for all the world like it was guarding the front door. I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out. The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door. I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat. Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by the front door like that. She was cute. :) We used to live near a chippie/Italian takeaway in the centre of Edinburgh. They had a big ginger cat sitting by the door most of the day. Over the years he got steadily fatter like a furry version of "Supersize Me" and ended up like a ginger space hopper. I presume people used to give him bits of fried fish whenever he turned on the charm (which he did all the time). Not a good advert for the product. I remember a cat who lived at an inn I used to go to several times a year. He was an enormous black cat, very friendly, and managed to convince people who were having their breakfast out on the deck to give him something from their dish. One year I went to this place for Thanksgiving. The propriators cooked this huge dinner buffet, and everyone sat in the living room having dinner. And the big black cat would go from group to group, doing his "I'm so hungry, they never feed me here" impression for each one. He really scored that day. I think he weighed about 29 pounds, and he was not a Maine Coon or any other large breed. He was also about 19 years old. Amazingly, he was pretty active - well, about as active as any member of a species that sleeps 16 hours per day - and could still jump up on the furniture. Which just goes to show that a cat's mandate to be naughty will overcome any potential physical obstacle. -- Joyce When you finish, you have a complete (you hope) set of characters. So you call it a "character set". And because you're in a funny mood, instead of calling the numeric identifiers "numeric identifiers", you call them "code points". -- Steve Ferg, "Unicode Beginners Introduction for Dummies Made Simple" |
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On 8/13/2016 4:56 PM, Je�us wrote:
On Fri, 12 Aug 2016 11:55:39 -0400, jmcquown wrote: Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail" from time to time. :) There was a cute little grey tabby looking for all the world like it was guarding the front door. I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out. The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door. I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat. Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by the front door like that. She was cute. :) It's cool to see things like that. Our local club has a tabby that has been there close to a year now. Most people bring their dogs too and yet this cat remains unscathed and happy to mingle amongst people. Many years ago my adult kids and I traveled to Europe. We stayed in a B&B in Amsterdam, and they had a resident cat. He would roam the building, and if you opened your door (or left it ajar) he'd come in for a visit. |
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Joy wrote:
Many years ago my adult kids and I traveled to Europe. We stayed in a B&B in Amsterdam, and they had a resident cat. He would roam the building, and if you opened your door (or left it ajar) he'd come in for a visit. I've probably told this story here before, but one time 3 friends and I went and stayed in a nice area outside of San Francisco. The place we stayed at was on a plot of land, with several individual cottages scattered around. The four of us rented one cottage. There was a resident cat on the grounds. He would wander around and occasionally visit someone in one of the cottages if they left their door open. I guess he must have come into our cottage, but I was still asleep at the time. I should mention here that all 4 of us were insane cat lovers, and they no doubt pounced him. They then gently placed the cat on my pillow, which woke me up. Aww! Kitty! How sweet. Except that the cat apparently didn't feel the same way - he hightailed it out of there. I could just hear him: "OMG! Cat lovers! Help! Get me out of here!!" -- Joyce I've gone running from the devil At times I've beaten down his path |
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On 8/15/2016 7:37 PM, Bastette wrote:
Joy wrote: Many years ago my adult kids and I traveled to Europe. We stayed in a B&B in Amsterdam, and they had a resident cat. He would roam the building, and if you opened your door (or left it ajar) he'd come in for a visit. I've probably told this story here before, but one time 3 friends and I went and stayed in a nice area outside of San Francisco. The place we stayed at was on a plot of land, with several individual cottages scattered around. The four of us rented one cottage. There was a resident cat on the grounds. He would wander around and occasionally visit someone in one of the cottages if they left their door open. I guess he must have come into our cottage, but I was still asleep at the time. I should mention here that all 4 of us were insane cat lovers, and they no doubt pounced him. They then gently placed the cat on my pillow, which woke me up. Aww! Kitty! How sweet. Except that the cat apparently didn't feel the same way - he hightailed it out of there. I could just hear him: "OMG! Cat lovers! Help! Get me out of here!!" LOL! |
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Bastette wrote:
I've probably told this story here before, but one time 3 friends and I went and stayed in a nice area outside of San Francisco. The place we stayed at was on a plot of land, with several individual cottages scattered around. The four of us rented one cottage. There was a resident cat on the grounds. He would wander around and occasionally visit someone in one of the cottages if they left their door open. I guess he must have come into our cottage, but I was still asleep at the time. I should mention here that all 4 of us were insane cat lovers, and they no doubt pounced him. They then gently placed the cat on my pillow, which woke me up. Aww! Kitty! How sweet. Except that the cat apparently didn't feel the same way - he hightailed it out of there. I could just hear him: "OMG! Cat lovers! Help! Get me out of here!!" A few years ago we stayed at the Bon Ton hotel in Langkawi, Malaysia - it's a group of restored traditional wooden Malay houses, next to a cat sanctuary. They had several resident cats (not from the sanctuary but related to them, with odd stumpy tails), and the way it seemed to work was that each cat had one of the houses as its home territory. They all knew exactly where their own fridge was and when the milk arrived. As far as they were concerned the place just had a very high turnover of staff, all of whom were told their duties on arrival. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- e m a i l : j a c k @ c a m p i n . m e . u k Jack Campin, 11 Third Street, Newtongrange, Midlothian EH22 4PU, Scotland mobile 07800 739 557 http://www.campin.me.uk Twitter: JackCampin |
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