Cat TV

After work yesterday, Jen, Oni and I sat on the porch, sipping our adult bevs, watching the waves, the big dogs as they ambled by and the leaves shivering and glimmering in the late afternoon sun. It was Big Chill Time and that’s exactly what we were doing.

Coco sat on my lap and didn’t make even one escape attempt – SUCH a good kitten! Then Skitter came to Jen and Oni’s back door to check on us. She looks, in this pic, like she so wants to join us BUT Skitter does NOT like being outside and she’s, most def, not a lap cat.

Despite being born wild and free to our happy visitor cat Trixie, (and living outdoors until she was ~ eight months old), Skitter is not keen on grass, trees, flowers, wind (unless it comes from that box thingie in the window, ya know) or dirt. Nope, Not. At. All. Like me, Skitter's not a camper, not an outdoor girl. She enjoys watching the wild world but it's gotta be from a safe, warm, dry distance.

One day, curiosity got the better of her and she slipped out the back door. Panic (hers) ensued. She ran, frantically, in circles, up and down the driveway. In cat speak she was clearly shrieking “What the fuck IS all this shit!? Where the hell am I? WHERE is my warm bed? What happened to my litter box? GET ME BACK INSIDE!” Jen, the only human she allows close, was finally able to catch up to our poor freaking babe and was able to pilot her back indoors. PHEW! Crisis averted.

Back on our porch though – Coco and Skitter had a stare-off. Did they want to meet? No, no, no. Both enjoy the hell out of watching other creatures as long as they don't come too close. Neither of our feline overlords is terribly trusting. I totally understand.

Our visitor beasts – Ghost Cat, Umlaut, the raccoon and skunk families and the occasional wildebeest – are endlessly fascinating for them. It’s Cat TV.