Translated from the feline...

Kipling: WHAT IS THIS.

Porch Cat: I uh. Hi.


Porch Cat: I'm really really hungry. (Note: original text: OWWWWWWRRWOWR. -Ed.)

Kipling: GO AWAY!

Pirate: *gets a bowl of kibble for Porch Cat*


Porch Cat: *nomf nomf mfmm chomp nomf*




I don't know whose cat this is. Last summer I saw him around, and now he's back, looking a little rough around the edges. He's a beautiful cat, with gorgeous blue eyes. And he's totally not coming inside. I don't mind providing the occasional meal on the porch, but that's where I draw the line!

My neighbour saw me outside, and called over to tell me that I'm a big softy. (I'm generally okay with this.) The next day, I left for work and Porch Cat was chilling on my front steps. When I got home, Porch Cat was waiting for his dinner... so I fed him. Big softy, that's me.

That night it rained, and at 04:30 I heard Porch Cat crying. OWWWWWWRRWOWR. YAWWWRWWRAR. I gently told him to go elsewhere and he did, but he's been spending a lot of time on my porch ever since... even though it's been raining fairly constantly. I wonder if he has a home to go home to.

Well. If that's how he's gonna be, I might just have to trap him and bring him to the Siamese Rescue or Fancy Cats. Or, at the very least, trap, neuter and release.

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2 Responses to “In Which the Pirate Presents Feline Friday.”
  1. Glenys Dunford says:

    I have a garden cat some neighbours moved without taking the cat with them, like your beautiful porch cat
    my Garden cat is a tabby too.