Tails of Many Cats

Jack makes it in time again – –

This isn’t a story of our cats although they will feature at times and there are certainly many stories about them!

This is the story of our neighborhood cats. We live on the edge of a cat colony, and they use our yard as a highway. They live in an abandoned apartment complex about a block away. Some are solitary and some hang around together but they all know where they can find breakfast, lunch and dinner!

We know that a few of them visit neighbors who also put out food for them and offer porches where they can either sunbathe or find a place to sleep.

There’s a local cat rescue group who regularly trap any newbies and get them spayed and released so things are reasonably under control.

Our frequent visitors are named by us for their colors and obvious personal attributes. We have Orangey, Sherbert, Blacky, Big Blacky, Tippy, Tux, Silver Tux, and Bernard.

Tippy!

Our two cats are fairly understanding about them all except for Tippy, who has been a daily frequent visitor since we moved here five years ago. Our neighbors had already named her because she is all over dark brown except for the tip of her tail which is white. She is extremely friendly and doesn’t just come for food, but likes a head rub and back scratch as well. We think she aspires to be an indoor cat and has occasionally come into the house or the porch. Once she chased young Dammit right through the cat flap into our living room before she realized she was in the house, and sat back with an appraising look. We think she didn’t like the coordination of our rug and curtains…

If our two, Molly and Dammit, are on our enclosed porch (the catio) and Tippy shows up they scream at her and she screams back. Since I don’t speak their language I can’t translate but I have a pretty good idea what they’re saying all the same. So I doubt if they will all three be sharing indoor space anytime soon.

Of the many others who show up regularly, Orangey and Blackie aren’t nearly as friendly as Tippy but are willing to tolerate us as long as we put out the food they prefer – –

The marmalade cat we call, well, Marmalade, likes to sunbathe on the chicken coop roof. The chickens like having her there; we think she may keep the hawks away. Orangey prefers the side yard, and Tux and Silver Tux never stay long, just passing through….

If it came to it, we could house another cat (besides Tippy) but they all seem well content to ease on down the road after a snack at our diner. We think there’s a “friendly people here” sign scratched into a tree someplace. Well, it’s not doing any harm and we buy cat food in bulk. Slink on by, feline friends, and just know if we catch you, we’re going to have you neutered. No harm, no foul, no offspring.

A Best Friend–

Jack’s post this week is sad – –

As many of our friends are now aware, our beloved Bruce left us and crossed the rainbow bridge last Friday after a short illness. I’m of an age now to have outlived a good few dogs and many cats, but the cats are independent and live their lives outside ours, whereas the dogs seem much more dependent, loyal, and trusting. Bruce certainly fit that description!

We had him (or he had us) for over four years, and he was probably around six years old when we got him. His first experience with us was a serious leg operation, which made him very suspicious of animal hospitals afterwards – at least he didn’t blame us. We don’t know much about his early life, but we suspect it wasn’t happy.

He really just had two modes – either sleeping on one of his beds around the house or romping around the backyard like a puppy.

Our good friend Susi Lawson is an excellent and prizewinning photographer, and she started coming to our house for weekly guitar lessons about six months ago. She never goes anywhere without her camera, so we have many lovely pictures of ‘Brucey,’ as she dubbed him. She posted a collection of pictures on Facebook a few days ago plus a very moving tribute which captures well how Bruce was seen by all our friends.

This is a tribute to the most sweetest zen dog I’ve ever met. Bruce (I called him Brucey) He was truly an empath.

He could feel the energy in the room and respond with those big cow eyes just by walking over and leaning against your leg. He once sensed my sadness in a conversation and silently padded over and leaned his head against my arm and looked up at me, as if to say “I’m here for you”. One night Jack and I spontaneously jumped up and danced to a song (it was an old Motown CD) and Bruce jubilantly joined in running around us in a surprising burst of energy. It was sheer joy!

It was obvious that Jack and Wendy loved him dearly and he was their ever present companion.

I grew to love him too and I think he was very fond of me. He knew the sound of my car and would meet me at the door.

He was a good solid presence of the kind of love we all need from one another. He knew when to comfort, when to dance and when to chill.

He was the ultimate zen doggie.”

I don’t think I could put it better!

RIP Brucey

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack