Two regular cats (one timid, one affectionate) get fed twice a day. Feral/stray turns up and eats their food. They look at me helplessly afterwards and say "we're hungry! " I say: hard luck....
Help ! As Marlene appears somewhat rotund I just grabbed her and a tape measure. Her waist is 18 1/2 inches or 48cms. Will anyone with a mature cat to hand please grab and measure theirs for comparison?
I mean the cat is an outdoor cat, not that the fur is outside (which is self evident or should be). Quite amazing how if one pushes one's fingers down inside the cold fur one eventually reaches warm cat.
Noticed that Marlene is moulting so got an old shoe brush and gave her a good brushing. She loves it, purr purr purr, even rolling over to have her belly done. May have been a remnant of shoe polish on the brush, as she's a glossy black panther now.
The lady who feeds Winston and Marlene the street cats when we're away has just been in Madrid for three days. Despite cats having a self-feeder by the front door, on her way back, before going home, she went to feed the cats.... DEDICATION.
I assume Woody is updating us from 2023? From Reddit:
"in November 2023, Groff Elementary School in Moses Lake, Washington, went into lockdown after a reported sighting of a mountain lion near the premises. Upon investigation, authorities discovered that the supposed mountain lion was actually a large house cat eating a rat. "
A report is necessary. During our absence, Winston went missing. He was pretty fit when last seen, a bundle of muscle. May just have gone walkabout. Of course within days a replacement ginger cat has turned up.
Marlene, the fat black cat, took advantage of the automatic cat feeder while we were away and is thus, well, plump, to be charitable.
Wishing Winston a safe return.
The late Bubba could open the patio door if it had been left open enough to get a toe in the gap.
He would be gone for as many as four days if I was leaving for work on the day he took off.
He always came back. sometimes a little worse than when he left.
He would jump the block wall around the yard and disappear. I went door to door to all the neighbors on all sides but no one reported any sightings and he never divulged his whereabouts when he returned.
After two weeks, this morning Winston turned up. Big wound under ear again, other side this time, scratches and tears across back, but very glad to see us. Mrs OFSO will put him on a course of steroids....
Turned up late just now. Fed.
He's a Knight of the Round Table. Ventures to strange lands on quests, fights battles, and returns to be healed by his Queen (Ms OFSO).