Cat the Stranger – that’s how I call him. Homeless or just lost. Who knows. He looks like he’s been shaved by some kids just for fun. My husband says he looks normal. I mean, that the haircut looks normal. I don’t think so. He acts like he used to be domestic.
The first time I saw his walking towards me I ran, scared, back to our apartment. He looked so wild. He was waving his tail and meowing SO LOUD. After a while I got used to him and I let him get closer. I have no idea if he carriers some diseases so I won’t let my daughter to touch him or get very close. He is very friendly guy. It’s been about 3 days since we first heard him. He comes around our door about dinner time. Our daughter gets so excited when she sees him 🙂
Thanks to that kitty she finally understood that when we say: “meow” it means “kitty”. I’ve gone through books with her pointing and cats, and saying “meow” every single time, but yesterday when she saw that cat and heard him you could see that “I GOT IT” face! It was sooo funny! Now she says “meow” every single time she sees a picture of a cat.
It’s really great to be able to witness all those little steps she takes to understand the world around her. It’s even more beautiful to observe how she does that, what helps her, and when it happens!
I am not a cat person. If I was that cat would’ve been ours already. I like cats but I hate that they need that litter stuff, and they poop at the house, and that they aren’t so lovey dovey… which for me is the main point you have a pet at the house 🙂 On the other hand I don’t want him to go to a shelter where he might go pretty soon if he won’t go away. He looks so cute and friendly… and… so neglected. I wish I could do something for him…. .