The Third Cat
Sep. 9th, 2009 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jadecatImagine Leo's surprise when I opened the front door, planning to take Kyle for a walk, and this really cute little lilac point Siamese mix strolled right on in. He walked past Kyle, and across the living room, not quite sauntering, but certainly not slinking along the floor. Leo was on the half wall right near the front door, and from the way he was looking around the post at the interloper, he couldn't quite believe his eyes. Then my big brave boy jumped down and hauled ass down the hallway and into his room.
The Lilac Interloper didn't notice. I put Kyle in his crate, wanting half a chance to catch the little guy. This was not the challenge I was expecting. As I walked closer to him he looked up, saw that my attention was on him, and strolled right over to me. I picked him up and he began to purr, while looking around. A combination of 'love what you've done with the place' and 'hmm, my bed can go there, and I think I'll pick that as a napping place, and...' We walked out into the hallway before he finished moving in.
Time to ponder, which apartment did he really belong to? I asked him that, and put him down. He walked right over to my door and rubbed his head on the doorjam. Ummm. No. Explained this, and then knocked on New Neighbor #1's apartment. She lives right across the hall and has a lovely plaque on her door stating "Beware of Dog, and Don't Trust The Cat Either." She did not answer, though Ozzie, her 6 month old German Shepherd/Alaskan Malmute cross monster barked a hello. My Kitteh Interloper was undisturbed.
This meant he lived with a dog. I are smart, I are. The other two apartments on my floor were unlikely homes. Neighbor-who-shares-a-wall seems to have hot and cold running girls and small dogs. I've never seen him with a cat. (He's a musician. ;) ). Neighbor across the hall has two dogs- she and I are friendly and just last night were chatting about a neighbor whose dog kept attacking her lovable Golden Retriever. The little Boston's owners had animal control called on them for it. Ya gotta love the intelligence of people who think there's absolutely NO problem with their dog attacking another dog just because their dog is small and the dog getting attacked is huge. Oh and that leashes are for other dogs, not theirs. The Golden is still mostly puppy, and is exceedingly friendly, to both people and other dogs going so far as to lie down (lay down? I can never remember) when approached by another dog, but even he objects to losing chunks of fur.
Whoops, off story, I have a lilac pointed interloper who needs to go home. Head down to the second floor. Neighbor-below-us has a little grey cat (very cute) and I know they just have the one. Across the hall from them have the Rent-skippers (there's an eviction notice on their door, but they left the day before it appeared). Next to them is New Neighbor #2. So I knock on her door. Dog barks excitedly. Lilac Interloper cares not at all.
Girl answers, oh no, he's not HER cat. Nope. He lives across the hall. I look, oh goodie, it's the same people who own the Boston. They also have Dexter, aka Kyle's Bested Friend For EVAH!!!1!! See this entry if you've forgotten/never knew Dexter and care to refresh your memory. :)
So new girl and I talk a bit more. She seems nice, but I dunno, there was a vibe, yanno? She tells me that she really doesn't like cats, so if I find one it's definitely NOT hers. Aha! This explains it, and puts her in the category of "there's something wrong with her." What can I say, I really don't understand people who so vehemently dislike cats.
However, girl mentions that Lilac Interloper and Dexter have already gotten into her apartment a couple times (much to the distress of her little doggie Boomer). Oh, I should point out she moved in yesterday... Also, Animal Control was back again today, and left a note for the occupants of the other apartment. They aren't home, and I'm left in a pickle, what to do with LI? He's cute and all, and hasn't... I checked his paws, which he's cool with, and discover that he's declawed. Now I'm really annoyed. They don't take any care to keep him inside AND they mutilated his feet (my opinion on declawing) taking away his ability to defend himself. But I can't keep him, even for a little bit. Very, very tempted to. Can't.
In the end I did something I'm not thrilled with, I went outside and put him on their balcony. If he should jump down he wouldn't hurt himself, but he's also not wandering the inside of the building, and possibly going into other people's apartments. Not my ideal choice, but there wasn't much I could do. New Neighbor #2 said she'd seen him out there before, so it wasn't a strange place for him.
Then I go home, and see Leo coming down the hall sideways, ALLLLL poofed out. And since he's a long-hair, that's pretty impressive. My Big Brave Boy... He calmed a bit when he was I was alone. I let Kyle out, and he's sniffing the floor like crazy, and then wanted to get out to the hallway. Once out there he couldn't control himself and was wiggling with the effort of smelling everything. Even after I walked him, the animals are totally wigged. Leo's pacing the bit of floor where LI walked, and Kyle is right behind him. When they're not staring suspiciously at the front door. Sasha just shrugged it off and headed to the bedroom. She's too old for their nonsense. ;)
Will have to keep an eye out for LI. He was awfully sweet. Even if he did freak out my boys.
The Lilac Interloper didn't notice. I put Kyle in his crate, wanting half a chance to catch the little guy. This was not the challenge I was expecting. As I walked closer to him he looked up, saw that my attention was on him, and strolled right over to me. I picked him up and he began to purr, while looking around. A combination of 'love what you've done with the place' and 'hmm, my bed can go there, and I think I'll pick that as a napping place, and...' We walked out into the hallway before he finished moving in.
Time to ponder, which apartment did he really belong to? I asked him that, and put him down. He walked right over to my door and rubbed his head on the doorjam. Ummm. No. Explained this, and then knocked on New Neighbor #1's apartment. She lives right across the hall and has a lovely plaque on her door stating "Beware of Dog, and Don't Trust The Cat Either." She did not answer, though Ozzie, her 6 month old German Shepherd/Alaskan Malmute cross monster barked a hello. My Kitteh Interloper was undisturbed.
This meant he lived with a dog. I are smart, I are. The other two apartments on my floor were unlikely homes. Neighbor-who-shares-a-wall seems to have hot and cold running girls and small dogs. I've never seen him with a cat. (He's a musician. ;) ). Neighbor across the hall has two dogs- she and I are friendly and just last night were chatting about a neighbor whose dog kept attacking her lovable Golden Retriever. The little Boston's owners had animal control called on them for it. Ya gotta love the intelligence of people who think there's absolutely NO problem with their dog attacking another dog just because their dog is small and the dog getting attacked is huge. Oh and that leashes are for other dogs, not theirs. The Golden is still mostly puppy, and is exceedingly friendly, to both people and other dogs going so far as to lie down (lay down? I can never remember) when approached by another dog, but even he objects to losing chunks of fur.
Whoops, off story, I have a lilac pointed interloper who needs to go home. Head down to the second floor. Neighbor-below-us has a little grey cat (very cute) and I know they just have the one. Across the hall from them have the Rent-skippers (there's an eviction notice on their door, but they left the day before it appeared). Next to them is New Neighbor #2. So I knock on her door. Dog barks excitedly. Lilac Interloper cares not at all.
Girl answers, oh no, he's not HER cat. Nope. He lives across the hall. I look, oh goodie, it's the same people who own the Boston. They also have Dexter, aka Kyle's Bested Friend For EVAH!!!1!! See this entry if you've forgotten/never knew Dexter and care to refresh your memory. :)
So new girl and I talk a bit more. She seems nice, but I dunno, there was a vibe, yanno? She tells me that she really doesn't like cats, so if I find one it's definitely NOT hers. Aha! This explains it, and puts her in the category of "there's something wrong with her." What can I say, I really don't understand people who so vehemently dislike cats.
However, girl mentions that Lilac Interloper and Dexter have already gotten into her apartment a couple times (much to the distress of her little doggie Boomer). Oh, I should point out she moved in yesterday... Also, Animal Control was back again today, and left a note for the occupants of the other apartment. They aren't home, and I'm left in a pickle, what to do with LI? He's cute and all, and hasn't... I checked his paws, which he's cool with, and discover that he's declawed. Now I'm really annoyed. They don't take any care to keep him inside AND they mutilated his feet (my opinion on declawing) taking away his ability to defend himself. But I can't keep him, even for a little bit. Very, very tempted to. Can't.
In the end I did something I'm not thrilled with, I went outside and put him on their balcony. If he should jump down he wouldn't hurt himself, but he's also not wandering the inside of the building, and possibly going into other people's apartments. Not my ideal choice, but there wasn't much I could do. New Neighbor #2 said she'd seen him out there before, so it wasn't a strange place for him.
Then I go home, and see Leo coming down the hall sideways, ALLLLL poofed out. And since he's a long-hair, that's pretty impressive. My Big Brave Boy... He calmed a bit when he was I was alone. I let Kyle out, and he's sniffing the floor like crazy, and then wanted to get out to the hallway. Once out there he couldn't control himself and was wiggling with the effort of smelling everything. Even after I walked him, the animals are totally wigged. Leo's pacing the bit of floor where LI walked, and Kyle is right behind him. When they're not staring suspiciously at the front door. Sasha just shrugged it off and headed to the bedroom. She's too old for their nonsense. ;)
Will have to keep an eye out for LI. He was awfully sweet. Even if he did freak out my boys.
