Pussycats III

     Biscuit, "my" lilac point Siamese or enough of the bloodline to look like a classic has become quite the boon companion as of late. I knew that if I let him come to me under his conditions sooner or later I would win him over.  Well, it finally happened!
     We had a cold spell awhile back so I put a blanket on the front porch for him which he took to almost right away. Then we had an ass biting cold front come thru so I got some sheets of cardboard from work to put between his blanket and the cement pad of the porch. Not long after that I began noticing that he knew my car when I got home from work, give a big stretch and come meet me and almost (in his mind) guide me into my parking space. I keep his food in my car so when I'd get his breakfast he would be right at my feets going to his food bowl.

     It had been around 2 months that I'd been feeding him that he finally put his nose to my fingers but still showed a very skittish attitude towards me. Maybe 2 weeks ago he first let me touch him if only for a brief moment. Then last week he finally gave in to my "undeniable kavorka" ... animal magnetism! When  feed him his breakfast I always kneel and hold my hand out so he can approach me at his comfort. Well, he came and gave me his usual nose to finger touch and went to get a bite to eat. Then he gave me a full noggin on hand rub before another bite of vittles. After that came a full body against my leg rub. One more bite of food and he was popping wheelies to have his head rubbed! It was almost like a miracle how we had come in one day. From a bare, brief touch accepted by him to "Okay, Pawpaw. You are my person now."

     I've heard Siamese are more doglike in behavior than other cat breeds and the one Siamese mix  had before, Mischa held true to that theory. The other day I caught a mouse in a snap trap and I figured, "Why waste a perfectly good mouse? Biscuit would love it." So I took the mouse and trap out as I was going to my car to head out for work, dropped the rodent where Biscuit saw it and went to fetch his dinner. I turned and there he was as usual at my feet, mouse in mouth ready to lead me to his feed bowl.  I think he's gonna turn out to be a pretty damn good cat!

     I was telling Crazy Mike at work about how quickly Biscuit decided that he wanted me to be his Pawpaw and CM suggested he may have been abused to make him so untrusting at first. After mulling over the idea I have come to a very possible scenario. Biscuit is a very handsome young fella. I'm thinking quite likely someone brought him home (maybe even paid a dollar or few for him). Then as his hormones came into fruition he began spraying. He likely got his ass whupped a time or few for this before his previous people kicked him to the curb. I know, it sounds horrible but it happens all too often. Anyway, I was looking for an older kitten or young cat, Siamese or Siamese mix for months. I had wanted a female as my Mischa was a 101% "Daddy's little girl". To make a short story long, God decided Biscuit needed someone to love him and I didn't need a kitten factory. The good Lord hooked Biscuit and me up and the rest as they say is history.

Pussycats Part 2

     Well, I haven't seen Dumpling, the little kitten for some time now. It is my fear that one of the local dogs got her, probably The Little Red Bastard as he's the most notorious ass hole running the roads in my neighborhood. Not yet a known cat killer but still a garbage getter intoer and just an all around nuisance.

     Meanwhile, Cornbread, the wild looking cat came to visit this morning as she does every month or so and let me pet her as is her norm.

     The main news is Biscuit, the lilac point Siamese looking young adult showed me a couple weeks ago that HE is not a "Pretty girl" as I'd been calling him. He's a fully intact Tomboy cat. I'm guessing that's why it has taken so long for him to succumb to my "undeniable kavorka" or animal magnetism.
Since Winter is upon us here (more or less) I've put a blanket out on the front porch for him and today fetched home some big sheets of cardboard that I'll cut to fit his little sleeping nook for extra insulation against sleeping on the cold cement. 
     He knows Pawpaw's car and is lucky that it has the back up camera. Every morning when we see each other, he stretches then comes to "guide" me as I back into the driveway.  Were it not for the camera, I'd have runned him over by now! He's still unsure but it's easy to tell that he wants to let me pet him. He's gotten to sniffing my fingers and letting me touch him whilst he eats (only a little touch, mind you). Once I get out of the car, he comes and "guides" me to his feed bowl, only a half step in front of me. I'll usually sit with him for a few minutes if it isn't ass biting cold and he'll turn on his "happy motor" for a few "pr, pr"s... not a full happy "Purr". We're still a work in progress but sooner or later, Biscuit will land in Pawpaw's lap.

     Come to think of it, all my boys are quite the young gentlemen. Vlad always lets Bella out to do their thing in the back yard and back in first. He always allows her first face full at the feed bowls. Whenever Cornbread shows up, Biscuit always backs off and lets her eat her fill. Seems Pawpaw is doing a grand job raising some fine young Southern gentlemen even if they ain't human children.