No, I don't actually own any cats, but I wish I did. When I lived in my last place (a 70's-80's-ish townhouse in south Provo), we had a TON of stray cats that lived close by and hung around a lot. We (my mom and I) lovingly called them the scaredy cats because they were all wild and they refused to let us get within 10 feet of them. However, if we fed them and kept our distance, they would sit on our porch and lounge around.
Some of my favorite memories of that townhouse were of the summer evenings when we would put some left over chicken and cat food into bowls and watch all of the scaredy cats come around for a bite to eat. Normally, we'd come home after a long day at work and just sit on our mini porch and enjoy the beautiful summer evenings and chat while trying to coax the kitties to let us pet them. It was really fun:)
Anyway, I had my favorite cats (who doesn't choose favorites, right?). There was this beautiful black cat who I adopted as my own. I spent lots of those spring and summer evenings on the porch taming this beauty, and by the end I could ALMOST pick her up. But she would come up to me and purr and rub on my legs, and let me pet her.
Isn't she the prettiest? Look at her pretty eyes. I've never seen a prettier black cat with prettier eyes.
Then there were the twin kittens who were ADORABLE and super scaredy. I never got to pet either of them, but one was kitty-no-tail (because it didn't have a tail and he hopped around like a bunny) and the other was just the twin. Anyway, they were beautiful too, and one day one of the kittens walked into my house and got stuck. Haha:)
It was scared out of it's mind and would just run around and around and never just run out the door. But isn't it so pretty?
I want a cat! I wanted to take the black cat with me when we moved, but I'm not allowed to have pets in my new apartment. I just hope she's still alive, and loving the new residents who live in my old house. Hopefully they are as nice to the pretty stray cats as we were.
