Categories: uncategorized
Date: 25 March 2007 21:35:12
so spare cat has become a bit of an institution around here. my neighbours several streets away say they occasionally see him. he turns up for awhile, then disappears, making my worry for his well being, then turns up on bin night and accepts as much of a fuss as he can get before his dinner (which last week was the carcass of a roast phesant we had eaten earlier that sunday!)
i've grown attached to spare cat. so much so that i don't quite feel right calling him 'spare' anymore. he and i get on very well, and i think he's often glad to see me, if only for the fuss and bowl of 'cat crunchies' that he inefitably gets as his reward for beeing so charming.
i'm sure he has successfully charmed the socks off of many a local cat lover, and i'm sure he's pretty street wise, so i worry a little less for his well being as i did at first. he's meeting the locals and learning how to work them for his benefit. more power to him. ah, 'tis the life to live free.
however, he showed up about a month ago limping on only three paws, so i looked at his foot and treated a small cut in the pad of his paw. i suppose that it says something that when he was hurt, he came to me. then he disappeared for about 3 weeks in which i worried and worried about him.
he's fine. it's too late. i'm attached.