Dear Kitty,
I don’t dislike cats and I don’t dislike you yet. You’re a very cute kitty from what I can see.
You seem to have fairly good survival skills as you’ve managed to survive for at least a year in a neighborhood that has its fair share of wildlife. Thus far you’ve managed to avoid being killed and eaten by Coyotes and Fishers as well as Sampson and Delilah.
I don’t know you by name, and you certainly don’t know me by name, in fact, we haven’t ever been formally introduced. Mostly we know each other on sight.
Look at that cute little kitten I thought as I watched you stalk Sampson and Delilah from your yard. He mustn’t be fixed yet, ’cause that cat has balls. There he is stalking these two big dogs who could eat him up in three bites, (well maybe Delilah could do it in less, since she doesn’t chew her food) was my thought the first time I caught you stalking my dogs.
King of all he surveys.
You might remember I was the one at the bottom of the tree, shaking the food box, trying to coax you down after Delilah chased you up there. (You sure have moxie, walking casually into a yard patrolled by two snarling beasts.) Do you recall, I was also the one peering up that tree what seemed like ten different times before I went to bed that night? I was so worried something would climb the tree and eat you or the crows would carry you off. I was so disappointed when you were still in the tree the next morning, but pleased when I went home at lunch and you were gone. Then I worried for weeks because I didn’t see you again and finally breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted you staring at us from your yard.
I’ve heard cats have a warped strange twisted unique sense of humor. Perhaps it amuses you to watch me struggle to restrain the dogs when you pop out mere yards in front of them, chasing some small creature running for his life. I realize you’re in the heat of the meowment chasing this small creature, but perhaps you could paws to check, before bopping out into the street.
Maybe you just live by the premise that cats have nine lives and until you starting topping out at about eight, you’re going to continue to live life on your terms. If that’s the case, feel free to disregard this letter.
If not, and you really do have regard for your life, I’d like to suggest you find a way to avoid interacting with me and my dogs.
It is my duty to inform you, I am not Hercules and I can only do what I can when the unexpected happens.
Given the choice of sliding down the road on my face or releasing the hounds, I’m dropping the leash.
I mean really, beef lung only goes so far when the temptation of fresh meat pops out in front of you.
Sincerely and with no malice intended,
Me
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Aww reminds me of a stray we had around here we affectionately called Danny, though it was a she. They really do have pretty sweet survival skills, but there sense of humor isn’t the same as mine. Sitting outside the patio window to drive Laika insane is not my idea of fun. Oh now you’re going to gingerly lay down and groom yourself right there while my dog is going insane? Nice. They’re jerks, they really are, but I can’t help but love em.
Hahaha, I guess that cat is a survivor 😉
Heed the letter, kitty. I know lots of moms who won’t slide down the road on their faces for you. You’re on your own if you ignore the warning.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
I wouldn’t worry too much about the kitty, especially outside, it has plenty of places to hide or find safety. If it is like my cat bro Bert, it might actually beat up the dogs if necessary. I know Bert beats on us when we do something he doesn’t like. Some cats are just that way.
We have local By-Laws which state that no cats or dogs are supposed to be off leash and/or just roaming. Sadly we also have coyotes, foxes, large hungry racoons and hawks. More sadly, people ignore the By-Law (it clearly doesn’t apply to them), and another live meal is either hauled up into a tree (nice change from bunny), or it is surrounded and attacked. So many cats and small dogs go missing and are never found. Guess who are the first ones to complain about the wildlife? Guess who is really upset when their cat strays into dog territory and gets attacked? Perhaps your Post should be attached to “kitty” so that her owners can read it?
Those stray kitties are survivors for sure! Don’t let that cuteness fool you – they are street smart! 😉
Silly kitty may have a death wish 😉 With the coyote population ever present and growing here, we see fewer and fewer stray cats – that food chain thing 🙁 However, most of the time my pack loves cats, though I wouldn’t put it past Jeffie to want to chase one.
Aww I think I love the kitty. You should name him and then maybe you could all become friends 🙂
Cats really are survivors. There was a cat a long time ago that came around to scent mark my front door. He was one beat up street cat. I called him Church because he looked like he stepped right out of a Stephen King novel. He had scars, a tattered ear, and had a weird, stiff gait. I think because I considered him a survivor, I never really minded that he felt the need to haul his sorry self to my front door on a nightly basis to mark it. I was a little sad when I stopped seeing him around, but not all that surprised.
OMD – you crack me up. That cat needs snipping. He’s a beauty. I’m having my own struggles with cats at the moment.
lol. I need to copy this and send it to a cat in our ‘hood!
Having had a cat attack and scratch the stuffings outa my face as a newly landed immigrant 8700 years ago, I’m slightly terrified of cats. For his part, Sam isn’t much of a fan, but I must remember to drop the leash (is that like learning to sit on command cuz I clearly have not managed to instill that one in my brain-instead my knuckles turn white from gripping too hard and screaming like a banshee for him to stop). While I would never wish any ill on any creature (the single except may be squirrels, but that’s another story), I wish there were a civilized way to co-exist with loose felines where they weren’t seen or heard. Feline love making is waaay to noisy and sounds very unfun for all participants. And finally, an anonymous note about the virtues of pet neutering taped to the doorway might be in order? 😉
Monika – you honestly a think a cat is going to read a note on a door! What are you drinking? 🙂
There was a time when I believed that cats needed to be let outside to roam and enjoy the outdoors. By the time we lost our fourth one….two to cars, one just disappeared (so most likely wildlife) and the last one to a neighbor’s dog….we smartened up and got over that belief. I try not to judge others though because of that. But all our cats are now and will always be kept indoors.
Does this mean you don’t recommend holding back two pulling dogs as the ultimate strength workout?
Hahaha! Mine just want to chase cats, that is all! 😉
My dogs tolerate our cats because they are members of our family but any of the neighborhood cats are considered fair game.
That poor little kitty. Hope people’s will get him in the house soon
Snorts,
Lily & Edward
This is hilarious!! We are most definitely partial to dogs over here 🙂 Cocoa does NOT like cats at all. There are a couple across the street and she goes insane barking at them!!
Callie used to just ignore the cats next door, as long as they stayed on their own side of the fence. Shadow is getting to that point as well. But Ducky goes absolutely batshit every time she notices the cat. And because it’s THAT neighbor’s cat, I usually wait a while before I distract her with a game of some sort.
This is hilarious! And you don’t need to have big dogs to get dragged down the street. My corgis have ample strength! Neither of my dogs were raised around cats, so they consider them just another wild animal worthy of the hunt. Fortunately, a cat sighting is very rare in my neighborhood, but woe is me when we do see one! Most cats run/hide or tree themselves for safety, but when my dogs meet a dog-savvy cat, they are in real danger of having their eyes scratched out! All that spitting and arched back stuff does nothing to warn my dogs away.
I know this is intending to be humorous, but as a cat person i find it just sad on so many different levels.
You always make me laugh! I love this!
Funny! Yes, those stray cats can be scary. I always keep my dogs away from them. I’m afraid they’re going to scratch my dog’s eyes out. Ouch!
Sounds like that kitty is on borrowed time.
awe you were looking for the kitty