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They are very unique, I'll give them that. I picked up training sessions again and started getting them used to the harness as well. I've done it off and on before because I went back and forth on whether or not I'd take them out. Ember would put the harness on herself if she could. She loves getting food, but she's not a fan of me pulling the harness underneath her. Ash resisted more than I expected, but he doesn't care what you do as long as he gets something out of it. Frost is, surprisingly, the hardest. Ash was the last with the harness on today and he slunk around about looking like he expected something bad to happen. So then Ember was looking at him like she might have to attack him. She followed him around and sniffed him and, to my surprise, licked him on the top of the head! It wasn't what I was expecting as I was preparing for a fight.
I guess we'll never know what was going on in her head. We saw some cats at my brother's house last night. A dilute tortie and a solid blue were together by his back porch. We think the tortie was the momma and I'm pretty sure she's the slender tortie I saw quite frequently. Last time I saw her she was absolutely huge. It was obvious she was pregnant because she's usually a slender cat. I didn't see her for a while so I figured she had her kittens somewhere. I feel bad. She seemed confused. I didn't recognize the blue cat with her other than I think I saw it on the porch just earlier that day. That doesn't say much though. I see new cats all the time and it's hard to tell them apart if they don't have a distinguishing feature that I can see from a distance. The other day I saw stunning cat with medium length fur that was a rich reddish brown color with black spots and it's eyes were a vibrant green. Really pretty cat.
We have come a long ways, Old Tom and I. He used to run when he saw me even from a distance. Now he just looks at my like, "Bug off, you pest." To be fair, that might just be because of his tilted ears and squinty eyes. He does seem comfortable with his life and where he's at. He naps out in the open and seems to have no problem fending off other cats.
There's this long-haired blue cat (not a feral, someone's outdoor cat) who we see more days than we don't. She scared the crap out of me yesterday. I was walking Stella home and I hadn't even seen the cat. Just all of a sudden heard paws running through the grass at us. My first instinct was it was a dog because who would suspect a cat? It sounded small, but that wasn't very comforting since there's a Boston terrier just a few houses down that's gotten lose and has been one of the few dogs to show aggression towards Stella. Well, I whip around ready to fend of whatever it may be and, lo and behold, it's the cat! She stopped right at the edge of her yard, staring dead at Stella. I couldn't help but laugh a little and talked to her a bit, but she barely glanced at me. Wide-eyed stare right at Stella. But no fur up, no lashing tail, just as still as could be. I'm still not sure if she was being aggressive or playful. She's been a bit nervous around Stella in the past, but has gotten comfortable with her over time. This was the first time she ever approached us though.
We're guessing he's either going to try to make as much money as he can and come to us with one puppy expecting his dog to spayed or he's going to want to keep breeding her. I'm keeping an eye on his Facebook post, but he hasn't said anything since last time I checked. It's so frustrating being so close and still not being able to do something. I mean, we're literally physically close. He's somewhere in this town. He's in reach, we know it's happening, but we still can't do anything.
It's so hard watching people act like that and knowing there's really nothing you can do. You can search for way to get them to care, strike some cord in them, but if they don't care then they just don't care. That's a fact that I struggle the most with. That people are even capable of not caring. I can only hope something changes. And that it happens soon enough because I'm afraid our time is running out.
I guess we'll never know what was going on in her head. We saw some cats at my brother's house last night. A dilute tortie and a solid blue were together by his back porch. We think the tortie was the momma and I'm pretty sure she's the slender tortie I saw quite frequently. Last time I saw her she was absolutely huge. It was obvious she was pregnant because she's usually a slender cat. I didn't see her for a while so I figured she had her kittens somewhere. I feel bad. She seemed confused. I didn't recognize the blue cat with her other than I think I saw it on the porch just earlier that day. That doesn't say much though. I see new cats all the time and it's hard to tell them apart if they don't have a distinguishing feature that I can see from a distance. The other day I saw stunning cat with medium length fur that was a rich reddish brown color with black spots and it's eyes were a vibrant green. Really pretty cat.
We have come a long ways, Old Tom and I. He used to run when he saw me even from a distance. Now he just looks at my like, "Bug off, you pest." To be fair, that might just be because of his tilted ears and squinty eyes. He does seem comfortable with his life and where he's at. He naps out in the open and seems to have no problem fending off other cats.
There's this long-haired blue cat (not a feral, someone's outdoor cat) who we see more days than we don't. She scared the crap out of me yesterday. I was walking Stella home and I hadn't even seen the cat. Just all of a sudden heard paws running through the grass at us. My first instinct was it was a dog because who would suspect a cat? It sounded small, but that wasn't very comforting since there's a Boston terrier just a few houses down that's gotten lose and has been one of the few dogs to show aggression towards Stella. Well, I whip around ready to fend of whatever it may be and, lo and behold, it's the cat! She stopped right at the edge of her yard, staring dead at Stella. I couldn't help but laugh a little and talked to her a bit, but she barely glanced at me. Wide-eyed stare right at Stella. But no fur up, no lashing tail, just as still as could be. I'm still not sure if she was being aggressive or playful. She's been a bit nervous around Stella in the past, but has gotten comfortable with her over time. This was the first time she ever approached us though.
We're guessing he's either going to try to make as much money as he can and come to us with one puppy expecting his dog to spayed or he's going to want to keep breeding her. I'm keeping an eye on his Facebook post, but he hasn't said anything since last time I checked. It's so frustrating being so close and still not being able to do something. I mean, we're literally physically close. He's somewhere in this town. He's in reach, we know it's happening, but we still can't do anything.
It's so hard watching people act like that and knowing there's really nothing you can do. You can search for way to get them to care, strike some cord in them, but if they don't care then they just don't care. That's a fact that I struggle the most with. That people are even capable of not caring. I can only hope something changes. And that it happens soon enough because I'm afraid our time is running out.