For the past week, we've had a daily, constant visitor - an orange/white tabby, who happens to be very vocal. I remember her/him (I can never tell with cats; for simplicity sake, it's a "her") from last winter. She'd sit outside the kitchen window while I was cooking and meow - very loudly. I would then find a can of tuna or something, and some milk and put it out for her. She'd eat and then she'd go away. Then she was gone - not sure where she went. I do believe she belongs to someone, even though she hasn't got a collar, but her coat is so very soft and clean. I cannot believe she's feral. At first, I thought she was our old neighbor's cat, Snooks - looks very much like her, but Snooks was aloof and bratty; doesn't fit this kitty at all.
Well, she's back. Last week, I heard her outside the window while cooking. Did the tuna/milk thing - first few days, she'd run away and watch from a distance while I set her dinner down and wouldn't come back until I was back inside. But she got more trusting and finally allowed me to pet her. Instead of front of the kitchen window, I now set her dinner down on the deck.
Did I tell you she's vocal? And quite a little piggy, too. You'd think she hadn't eaten forever, but she looks healthy (I thought at first she might be pregnant, but I don't think so anymore - just very healthy). But as long as she sees me in there, she'll meow until she's sated.
I'm learning to ignore her. Only cuz she can only eat so much, you know? I don't want to make her sick. I'm surprised; it's usually dogs that will eat until their stomach is protruding; cats will nibble and then walk away. Not this one.
Few nights ago, she scooted inside while I had the sliding glass door open to put her food down. I tried to get her to go outside to her dish, but she was checking out the living room and made for the hallway, so I ran after her and picked her up. She nipped a little at my fingers, but I figured she smelled the turkey on them. She didn't seem to mind being held and I was rather enjoying having her in my arms.
Until the little fucker bit my nose.
No warning, no nothing - just bit - and hard! I now have a nice red streak down the left side of my nose. It's big enough on it's own - it didn't need this attention. Out the door she went. And while I'm still feeding her, she is not allowed in. If she did that to my nose, imagine what she might do to Sparks. And that just won't do. This is his house, where he is King.
So, she blew it. She had me suckered in. And she was almost an inside cat.
Until she bit my nose.