Let me tell you the story of Sally and George; both of whom were residing in my house this weekend. Now Sally has been a long time resident; an old lady; she has very definite rules on what is and is not proper behavior. So the advent of George was enough to disturb her well ordered life. George was a drifter; he came by the house and looked inside. Everyone else — Elle, Charlie, and Sophie were charmed by Georges good looks, his lively eyes; his distinctive voice, and his beautiful red hair. Sally wanted nothing to do with George and refused to even go look out the window at this interloper.
The rain was coming, the coyotes were hunting, and George kept up his cry “Let me in, let me in”. Eventually the inhabitants of the house broke down and let George enter. As befit a new guest; George was given his own room; complete with food and a bathroom dedicated for his use. And comforted by the safety and warmth of the house; George slept well on Friday Night. Sally continued ignoring George; he was way too young for her. But Sophie and Charlie continued a dialog; slipping notes and paws under the door to say hello to George.
Now it should be noted that George was a stray cat. And we already have 3 cats; too many at times. But he was a sweetheart; purring at the first signs of attention. Sophie and Charlie liked him. Elle was intrigued and George was not scared; despite the hunting coyotes. We debated the wisdom of keeping 4 cats,. More accurately, we debated the insanity of keeping four cats. But there were two events that settled his fate. First was Kate; she went into the bathroom to visit George and came out all indignant. He peed all over her. Kate was not happy. But we chalked that up to nervousness on Georges part; but then incident number 2 occurred. George was allowed to wander in the house and within 2 minutes had started marking. Bob declared “That’s it; he goes”. And off we went to the humane society. He will be available for adoption in a few days. I think he will find a good home; one where he can settle in and be a lover boy. He liked the other cats and he purred like newborn kitten. Friendly red haired tabby’s can find home fairly easily; I wish him the best.
To conclude the story; we need to show some pictures. First is George; the photo does not do him justice. He was a lover boy cat; big and friendly; but with a 200 dollar vet bill. He needed some attention. He had been someones pet and either got abandoned or was lost. Since he was not microchipped; we will never know. A few days of hard living left him with a cut on the foot, fleas, and ear mites. He also needed to be neutered and get all his shots. The humane society will take care of these needs before putting him up for adoption.
And then there is Sally. She would not take well to another cat in the house. This old lady has a routine THAT MUST BE FOLLOWED. Sleeping in Kate’s room; one gets up abut 8 am and gets a bite to eat. This is followed by a nap in sun in my room for several hours. Perhaps a short trip outside if the weather is nice to sit in the sun; otherwise, it’s the bunk beds in Maggie and Liz’s room for an afternoon nap. In the evening, she become social and spends an while sitting on a ledge in the house. It’s here that I captured a good photo of her. What I like about the picture are all the different walls and how they change color in the light. It’s all the same color paint; but with the different light; I would need to make 7 or 8 different shades to capture the picture.
The final picture shows the beauty of that day. We had breakfast in downtown Vista right after the rains and the water reflected both the sunlight and trees. It looks like one of those romantic pictures of Paris; not downtown Vista. At breakfast; we debated the wisdom of keeping a fourth cat–everyone knew it was stupidity and yet, and yet, we wanted him. Thank you George for making the decision easy.