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This cat comes in every day now. He pinches my cats food and then cheekily plays with their toy mouse. It’s filled with catnip and they love it.
I’m jotting this down because I will remember to post on line that he’s coming in. That’s so I can try and find his owner. Cats now should be microchipped, he possibly is. His markings are unusual so he might get recognised! X
Woody/Smudge nine years old and abandoned by his owners has been sleeping snug in our summerhouse. But he’s been turfed out by a big grey tabby which may also be a stray. I’ve put together a box with a towel and put it in a big bag for life. Put the next to the table he is hiding under. I don’t want him to sleep outside so we are going to get a rabbit hutch and straw bales in the morning. Also propped the shed door open for more shelter. What he needs is a home. He’s advertised on Cats protection. I’m hoping he gets a new home soon x.
He’s curled up,
Happy, warm, snug.
The stray cat outside has a box
Sleeps in the shed.
My cat sleeps where he likes.
So sad.
The stray needs a home,
A place to be warm.
My cat won’t accept him.
Looked for its owner..
Gone away.
Now it needs shelter,
While my cat is happy.
It’s time for the stray,
To get a warm bed…..
My dilemma is how to do it?
In all my years of cat ownership I’ve never been mugged so much by a cat. He’s not ours, he can’t come in as I have two rescue cats that are very happy. They won’t like having another one.
The cat who keeps visiting is getting fed every day. He comes to our back door and miaows. My hubby feeds him and so he’s getting big and fat!
Now I’m happy to look after him outside. But he’s too healthy and friendly to be feral. Perhaps he’s a stray, but if he is he must be being fed by other people to get so big! I’m thinking of putting a paper collar on him to try and see who his owners are? I could do with some advice please.
Say hello to a garden visitor that seems to have taken to us. He’s very friendly (basically because we feed him). The thing is he’s so big and sleek that I think he has a home but he knows he can visit.
That’s why we are sitting in the summerhouse, graced by his company.
I’ve decided to call him Woody.
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