Beware of Old Guys Bearing Gifts . . . and Pretty Ladies, Too!

Occasionally, along with the pretty lady and little girl, an old guy would come into my backyard. He always seemed to be mowing the lawn or trimming the bushes and so I just figured he was the gardner. Sometimes he would play with the pretty little girl. He seemed nice enough. Anyway, slowly I got to be friends with the pretty lady and I would let her pet me and brush me. I loved to play in my yard when she was there. One day the old guy showed up when I was letting the lady pet me and so I let him give me a small scratch on the back and then ran away. Little did I know then, I should have kept running.
One Sunday in June the old guy showed up and did some gardening. Then he sat very still in the yard and I went over to him and let him scratch me. He knew all the right places and I even purred. That day he also fed me. In fact he gave me lots of food and treats. Then, late afternoon he brought down a funny looking box with a wire gate on it and put it next to my bowl. After he left I sniffed it out. It smelled pretty harmless.
The next day, June 22, early in the morning, the old guy came down with lots of food. He never did this before and so I was a little suspicious. But, I was also very hungry so I went over to check him out. He put food in the bowl and put my bowl into the box. He must have thought I just fell off the turnip truck! I stayed in the bushes . . . but I was really hungry so I walked over to sniff. The old guy, who obviously wasn't very smart, only put the bowl half way into the box, so I could stand outside and stretch my neck to the food and eat. Then he scratched my back and reached in, of course I ran. He then moved the food all the way to the end of the box. Since I was still really hungry I came back over. I had to step into the box to eat, but I could keep one hind leg out, and my tail. All of a sudden I got a bad feeling and started to run. The old guy, who along with not being very smart, isn't very quick either, started to close the gate but I threw myself against it and growled and hissed. He pushed, I growled, I hissed, he relaxed and I ran out. Needless to say, there was no way I was going to let the old guy feed me again.
About an hour later, the pretty lady came out with food. Of course she was my friend and so I went over to her. She pet me, she scratched my back, she picked me up, she threw me in the box, she closed the door. I was busted. Bummer!
The next thing I know, the old guy carried the box, which he called a cat carrier, to the car and put me in the back. I had some food and water, but no way was I going to eat, drink or poop. I was going on a cat-strike baby! The next thing I knew, another pretty lady got in the car (funny, she kind of looked like the pretty lady that always fed me) and the old guy started the car and we all drove away. I thought, "wow, it's only 7:00 a.m. and this day already sucks. At least things can't get much worse." How wrong I was!

My first blog

Hi. I'm Minette the cat. I'm a black short haired cat with two golden eyes. I was born about 2 years ago in San Francisco, in Noe Valley. I don't remember much about my early years except that sometime in 2008 I meowed my brains out in a backyard in Noe Valley. A pretty woman, who obviously loves cats, heard me and put out a bowl of water and food in the yard. I never cared much for people, but I love food. So I figured I'd stay around a while and see what developed. Sure enough, everyday, the beautiful lady and a pretty little girl would fill my food bowl and water. Also, the pretty lady would talk softly to me . . . even though I wouldn't ever let her or the little girl see me. I loved to hide behind the plants and watch them. Sometimes when I was eating I would look up and see the pretty lady and little girl watching me from the window. I ignored them. The next thing I knew, there was a nice fluffy cat bed under the stairs where she stored the lawn mower. It was soft and warm, although mostly I liked to lay in the cool dirt behind the plants. As time passed, I would tease the pretty lady and little girl by poking my head out of the plants. If they looked at me I would disappear. We played this game for many months. As more time passed, I began to trust the lady and little girl more and more. I would actually let them see all of me, and eventually I let the pretty lady, but not the little girl, pet me. Life in San Franciso was good. In fact I wouldn't have changed a thing except for the four legged giant that lived with them. I would have sent him away. But he didn't get out much in the back yard. Yes, everything was perfect until Monday, June 22nd, a day that will live in infamy.

Take It From Here, Ompa

I've created this blog for the proud new caretaker of my feral cat, Minette. You can post all your crazy cat stories here Ompa!