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Living in the garden part 3.
After her successful shoulder-ride around the hen huts, Lucky would make certain she was available every morning to do it again. She would wait until she saw me and then stand up with her tail up in the greeting position, giving her famous "open-mouth-no meow" and leap on to my shoulder. She would always rub my cheek with hers as soon as she did it and give a little mrrp. This went on for a long time. I got to look forward to it. Second part of cunning plan - make your potential new meowmie want to see you every day ;-) She wasn't able to approach the part of the garden near the house - it was still full of whippets (they were excluded from the chicken area, except for Minnie, who did not find them fun to catch..) I'd been having big problems with foxes preying on my poultry, taking the odd one in the day which I let go but when I had a big hit in the daytime (20+ killed) enough was enough. I got in touch with a vermin controller and we set up a catch alive fox trap. Then after about three years, with a bait of long-dead woodpigeon I caught a little b/w tuxedo girl in it overnight. Of course, being a catch alive trap I was able to let her go, but it got me thinking. Did this mean she didn't have a home, after all? Why would she go into a trap to eat smelly meat if she had? So I started to feed her twice a day, a saucer of wet food right down the garden and I put a little donut bed in my toolshed, which she condescended to use. more to come |
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Living in the garden part 3.
On Aug 6, 1:22*pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote: After her successful shoulder-ride around the hen huts, Lucky would make certain she was available every morning to do it again. *She would wait until she saw me and then stand up with her tail up in the greeting position, giving her famous "open-mouth-no meow" and leap on to my shoulder. She would always rub my cheek with hers as soon as she did it and give a little mrrp. This went on for a long time. *I got to look forward to it. *Second part of cunning plan - make your potential new meowmie want to see you every day ;-) She wasn't able to approach the part of the garden near the house - it was still full of whippets (they were excluded from the chicken area, except for Minnie, who did not find them fun to catch..) I'd been having big problems with foxes preying on my poultry, taking the odd one in the day which I let go but when I had a big hit in the daytime (20+ killed) enough was enough. I got in touch with a vermin controller and we set up a catch alive fox trap. Then after about three years, with a bait of long-dead woodpigeon I caught a little b/w tuxedo girl in it overnight. *Of course, being a catch alive trap I was able to let her go, but it got me thinking. *Did this mean she didn't have a home, after all? *Why would she go into a trap to eat smelly meat if she had? So I started to feed her twice a day, a saucer of wet food right down the garden and I put a little donut bed in my toolshed, which she condescended to use. more to come Were you aware of her long-term plans at that point. I guess not but you must have known she was not going anywhere. It's so good when a plan comes together. -- Will in New Haven |
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Living in the garden part 3.
Were you aware of her long-term plans at that point. I guess not but you must have known she was not going anywhere. It's so good when a plan comes together. No, I had no idea. No idea about how crafty she was. To get into a house of someone who's always had dogs and does NOT WANT A CAT AT ALL takes some doing. Tweed |
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Living in the garden part 3.
"Christina Websell" wrote in message ... Were you aware of her long-term plans at that point. I guess not but you must have known she was not going anywhere. It's so good when a plan comes together. No, I had no idea. No idea about how crafty she was. To get into a house of someone who's always had dogs and does NOT WANT A CAT AT ALL takes some doing. Tweed And it takes someone who responds to the message being sent, someone who can understand a language not their own. Someone in tune with the world they live in and the creatures that live in it with them. Many people go through their whole lives totally unaware of what surrounds them, there is only one person in their universe and they are shut off to the wonders that we see dailey. Maybe you didn't want a cat, but you weren't adverse to listening to what she was saying. Karla |
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Living in the garden part 3.
almost makes you think that in a couple of hundred years the excavators will
find a little tiny notepad with her plan on it, Lee "Christina Websell" wrote in message ... After her successful shoulder-ride around the hen huts, Lucky would make certain she was available every morning to do it again. She would wait until she saw me and then stand up with her tail up in the greeting position, giving her famous "open-mouth-no meow" and leap on to my shoulder. She would always rub my cheek with hers as soon as she did it and give a little mrrp. This went on for a long time. I got to look forward to it. Second part of cunning plan - make your potential new meowmie want to see you every day ;-) She wasn't able to approach the part of the garden near the house - it was still full of whippets (they were excluded from the chicken area, except for Minnie, who did not find them fun to catch..) I'd been having big problems with foxes preying on my poultry, taking the odd one in the day which I let go but when I had a big hit in the daytime (20+ killed) enough was enough. I got in touch with a vermin controller and we set up a catch alive fox trap. Then after about three years, with a bait of long-dead woodpigeon I caught a little b/w tuxedo girl in it overnight. Of course, being a catch alive trap I was able to let her go, but it got me thinking. Did this mean she didn't have a home, after all? Why would she go into a trap to eat smelly meat if she had? So I started to feed her twice a day, a saucer of wet food right down the garden and I put a little donut bed in my toolshed, which she condescended to use. more to come |
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Living in the garden part 3.
On Aug 6, 11:03*am, "Christina Websell"
wrote: Were you aware of her long-term plans at that point. I guess not but you must have known she was not going anywhere. It's so good when a plan comes together. No, I had no idea. *No idea about how crafty she was. To get into a house of someone who's always had dogs and does NOT WANT A CAT AT ALL takes some doing. If you had come onto RPCA at this point and said something like: "I don't want a cat but there's a little black and white cat that hangs around my chickens catching mice and rides on my shoulders. I've always assumed she had a home nearby but I had to put a live trap down recently and she got caught in it so I wonder whether she has now as the bait was a very dead wood pigeon. I've started to put food down for her just a saucer of wet twice a day and I put a bed in my shed, which she uses but the problem is I don't want a cat at all so what do I do?" Within 5 minutes someone would say "You say you don't want a cat- sorry you have no choice in this the cat has spoken" And we'd open a book on how long before the cat was indoors and being waited on and had a name and you started posting pictures Then again you know better now don't you? Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Living in the garden part 3.
wrote in message ... On Aug 6, 11:03 am, "Christina Websell" wrote: Were you aware of her long-term plans at that point. I guess not but you must have known she was not going anywhere. It's so good when a plan comes together. No, I had no idea. No idea about how crafty she was. To get into a house of someone who's always had dogs and does NOT WANT A CAT AT ALL takes some doing. If you had come onto RPCA at this point and said something like: "I don't want a cat but there's a little black and white cat that hangs around my chickens catching mice and rides on my shoulders. I've always assumed she had a home nearby but I had to put a live trap down recently and she got caught in it so I wonder whether she has now as the bait was a very dead wood pigeon. I've started to put food down for her just a saucer of wet twice a day and I put a bed in my shed, which she uses but the problem is I don't want a cat at all so what do I do?" Within 5 minutes someone would say "You say you don't want a cat- sorry you have no choice in this the cat has spoken" And we'd open a book on how long before the cat was indoors and being waited on and had a name and you started posting pictures Then again you know better now don't you? -------- Ah, but. Don't forget I still had a houseful of whippets so coming inside was not an option at that point unless it was a suicide bid. Tweed Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Living in the garden part 3.
"Karla" wrote in message ... "Christina Websell" wrote in message ... Were you aware of her long-term plans at that point. I guess not but you must have known she was not going anywhere. It's so good when a plan comes together. No, I had no idea. No idea about how crafty she was. To get into a house of someone who's always had dogs and does NOT WANT A CAT AT ALL takes some doing. Tweed And it takes someone who responds to the message being sent, someone who can understand a language not their own. Someone in tune with the world they live in and the creatures that live in it with them. Many people go through their whole lives totally unaware of what surrounds them, there is only one person in their universe and they are shut off to the wonders that we see dailey. Maybe you didn't want a cat, but you weren't adverse to listening to what she was saying. Karla You flatter me a bit, Karla, but thank you. I knew what she was saying but I knew, and she knew, that her wish could not be granted at that time. She was merely telling me "when you have a vacancy, I will be there.." I was being stalked by a cat ;-) Tweed |
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Living in the garden part 3.
On Aug 7, 9:34*am, "Christina Websell"
wrote: Ah, but. * Don't forget I still had a houseful of whippets so coming inside was not an option at that point unless it was a suicide bid. True but KFC genius that she was had it all worked out- she was planning for her retirement Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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