Take my Em for example… the other day she was sniffing around outside, making ksstksstksst noises.
What are you doing?
Mom and I both asked at the same time.
“I’m saving this lost kitty,” she replied.
We looked at each other – oh oh – a lost kitty.
That doesn’t sound good.
We consulted and decided she should walk around the complex and find out who the lost kitty belonged to.
This she did and it transpired that it really was a lost kitty and the little boys in the complex had been mistreating it.
“It’s not coming to live with us,” said mom firmly.
We have already been adopted by one cat.
Em’s marshmallow heart melted and her eyes started swimming with teary stuff.
“But its goooottt nooooo hommmmeee,” she sobbed.
“Tough!” Mom snorted and stomped off.
That kitty lurked around outside our garden gate.
Em appropriated Ralphie’s food and fed it.
She also made it a house using odd bits of stuff and positioned it nicely where mom could see it every time she left the house.
Then she would go and sit outside – next to the kitty house – and chat to the cat.
Soon, whenever Em went outside that wild kitty would leave its house and climb onto her lap.
Em brushed that kitty and dished it lots of love and illicit food.
Soon that kitty moved into the garage and snuggled on Em’s lap whilst she worked.
“NO! NO! NO!” yelled Mom.
“We do not want another creature.”
“If that cat comes into the house YOU feed it, YOU make sure you get it fixed and YOU take it with you when you move out one day.”
Em readily agreed.
She started making calls to the local SPCA to see how much it would cost to fix.
My woggledy whiskers!
Jolly lots of money for somebody who is not earning much.
No wonder people don’t bother – especially when the cat moves its own self into the house.
At least Ralph came fixed already.
Mom’s not really a meanie.
She now even shares my liver with Ralph and the kitty (it still does not have a name) and tells it to man up with its pussy little squeaky meow.
I quite like it… but Ralph is still undecided.
