Before sunrise, she's your cat.
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olorielYesterday morning, I actually rose at 10 am. Why? Not because I'm all duteous or anything. Eru, no. You know me better than that. I rose early because the kitten I mentioned a few days back was sending massive distress calls outside. Loud enough to wake me; loud enough to actually get me out of bed relatively early on a Sunday.
Apparently, our neighbours to whom Shakira belongs - if one can speak of belonging when talking about a cat - lock her out in the evening when they go to bed, then let her back in once they get up in the morning.
Now these nights in January are damn cold; we're to close to the main street and the city center for much wildlife beyond squirrels (too fast), sparrows (to wingy) and rats (too tall) that a young cat could hunt. And every body of water is frozen.
Which means that we had a young hungry cat in our garden, out in the somewhere-below-zero-ness for twelve hours, trying to drink from the frozen 'pond' in our garden. (I kid you not. She was sitting on the ice in an attempt to melt some of it. I have no other explanation why a young, intelligent, half-frozen cat should sit on the surface of a frozen pond that has no fish under the ice, and, for that matter, no water either.)
I went out to feed her (what else could I do?) and give her some cream, and she was shivering. As soon as she had finished eating and drinking, she began to run around wildly, twirling and rolling on the floor and snuggling against me.
Now I know that cats are animals of the wild, and can technically survive in the outdoors. But... ARGH.
This morning, she was there again - at eight. By now, she comes even onto our windowsill.
So I suppose we can safely say that we have half a cat now. A nightly, pre-sunrise cat.
And cat food is back on the grocery list.
And, because I can't resist, PICSPAM!
I'm cute. You know you want to feed me./ This is why it's called 'catwalk'./ Eeeee, shiny!/ The power of mine eyes compells you.
Which side's up again?
... catch me if you can.
We'll see how long it takes until Mr Franke or our lovely landlord complain. Or the neighbours.
Apparently, our neighbours to whom Shakira belongs - if one can speak of belonging when talking about a cat - lock her out in the evening when they go to bed, then let her back in once they get up in the morning.
Now these nights in January are damn cold; we're to close to the main street and the city center for much wildlife beyond squirrels (too fast), sparrows (to wingy) and rats (too tall) that a young cat could hunt. And every body of water is frozen.
Which means that we had a young hungry cat in our garden, out in the somewhere-below-zero-ness for twelve hours, trying to drink from the frozen 'pond' in our garden. (I kid you not. She was sitting on the ice in an attempt to melt some of it. I have no other explanation why a young, intelligent, half-frozen cat should sit on the surface of a frozen pond that has no fish under the ice, and, for that matter, no water either.)
I went out to feed her (what else could I do?) and give her some cream, and she was shivering. As soon as she had finished eating and drinking, she began to run around wildly, twirling and rolling on the floor and snuggling against me.
Now I know that cats are animals of the wild, and can technically survive in the outdoors. But... ARGH.
This morning, she was there again - at eight. By now, she comes even onto our windowsill.
So I suppose we can safely say that we have half a cat now. A nightly, pre-sunrise cat.
And cat food is back on the grocery list.
And, because I can't resist, PICSPAM!
I'm cute. You know you want to feed me./ This is why it's called 'catwalk'./ Eeeee, shiny!/ The power of mine eyes compells you.
Which side's up again?
... catch me if you can.
We'll see how long it takes until Mr Franke or our lovely landlord complain. Or the neighbours.
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Date: 2006-01-16 05:25 pm (UTC)If you can't take her inside for the night, how about a some box with old blankets or something in a sheltered corner? You could lure her with food.
I can't understand how anyone can leave such a pretty, kind cat outside during the night in winter!!! Even purrsons freeze with those temperatures!
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Date: 2006-01-16 05:35 pm (UTC)The box-with-blankets-in-corner approach would be good, but one of our housemates - Mr Franke - has only just made the garden catproof (... well, it doesn't work obviously, but he believes that it's catproof), so setting up a corner for a cat would bring up some unpleasant questions... *sigh*
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Date: 2006-01-16 08:25 pm (UTC)You are *wonderful* for helping that adorable kitty!
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Date: 2006-01-16 09:19 pm (UTC)It's January, for chrissakes. Putting a cat outside in freezing weather is just....beyond me.
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Date: 2006-01-16 09:44 pm (UTC)I'm kind of scared of chatting up strangers - and that's what all the neighbours around here are, except for those we share a house with - so I suppose I'll watch it for now. As they've probably had the cat since Christmas or New Year's - she's first shown up in the first week of the year, then one time in the second week, and now these two days - and it seems to have spent only these past two nights outside, I hope it may just have been a temporary lapse. *sigh*
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Date: 2006-01-16 07:10 pm (UTC)Und dann immer dieser Katzenhass. *aufreg* Ein Hund wird irgendwie oefter toleriert als eine Katze. Warum bloss?
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Date: 2006-01-16 08:10 pm (UTC)No, seriously, I think I would have taken in this kitten as well and now be thinking about "adopting" it. And I don't even like pets of my own... :)
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Date: 2006-01-17 03:50 am (UTC)That made sense. Really.