The cat came back.

[camwyn]

There's been a pure black and white female cat with gold-greenish eyes hovering around my Red Cross chapter's front door since Monday. She's meowing - LOUDLY - every couple of seconds, and she's happily running up to people and rubbing her head against their ankles, or hands, or purses, or pretty much anything of theirs within her reach. She looks healthy - well fed, no visible ribs, all her fur in quite good condition - but I think she's in heat. I used to have a tomcat named Hobbes, whom we adopted from a family friend when the cat was around a year old. Hobbes had just gotten to the stage where he needed to be neutered, and we got nocturnal visits from a grey female at night who'd crouch outside one of the basement windows (Hobbes slept in the basement) and yowl just like this female. . .

Anyway. This female has been trying to get into the Chapter when anyone other than one of the guys in Disaster Services opens the door. We fed her the first day. The boss told the person who put out the food to stop, so the second day the food got concealed somewhere the cat could eat without being seen. Now the cat has figured out that she can trot up the slopes of soil created by our landscaping and get her head as high as the windows in my area of the building, then meeeowl piteously for attention. She can't quite get her head under the external windows when they're open unless we prop them up further; nobody's gonna do that, though, not even with the screens closed just in case.

I wish I could take her home, but I live with my parents. I don't have time or room for a cat. My mother doesn't like cats much, either - one scratched her face when she was a kid (there may have been a younger brother involved, I don't know the exact story) - so all around it'd be an unhappy animal. I just feel sorry for this one, and she is pretty, even if she's the loudest non-Siamese I've ever heard...

I gotta get my own place. Man, I cannot wait until I finish my master's and can afford to put that money towards real rent.

*sigh* Today's pulp survival tip is #15: Be good to your animals, even if they're horrible to you.

Comments

[faithful-summer.livejournal.com]

I love cats. ^_^ The first thing I did as soon as I moved into my apartment was get a cat. I absolutely love her to death. She's all over my website. http://www.unc.edu/~vdozier (http://www.unc.edu/~vdozier)

I volunteered at the animal shelter here for a while... and always felt so bad for the poor cats there. I'd have adopted them all if I could. I kind of think Aya would like a friend- when my parent's cat-sit, she gets along great with their cat (well, after the first few run-ins *grin*). But at the moment, I'm halfway thinking about a small dog. Not too sure how that would go over with her highness though... *laugh*

[camwyn]

Oooh, she's cute. Reminds me of Hobbes, although he had tabbystripes and was longer in the body.

[lwood.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's a cat in heat -- especially if atop the yowling and affectionate behaviour, she's very happy to wave her butt at all those things she's being affectionate at in a whole-body prostration maneuver.

When it sounds like she's bloody well dying in a pitched battle instead of yowling like a wounded thing, well, that means she'll be coming out of estrus shortly. ;)

-- Lorrie