One of the things I miss when we go to Arizona for the winter is the neighbor’s cat, Carl. Our neighbor’s husband found Carl as an abandoned kitten at the Carl’s Jr. restaurant in Bakersfield. Carl is a hunter–if you’re on his ‘good’ list, he’ll bring presents to you and leave them on your doorstep. Mind you, these gifts may not be to your liking, as they’re usually unidentifiable blobs of fur, scale or feather.
It usually takes a day or two after we’ve returned home before Carl makes his first nightly visit. I have cat treats and a couple of catnip toys for him, and he’s very timid when he first approaches our back door. Ages ago, he was a bit braver, and had begun leaving gifts for me, but I caught him starting to disembowel something on the rug outside my office door and took a broom to it while yelling at Carl, “No! Bad kitty!” Not good. That bit of whatever he’d caught was his lunch or snack! No more gifts, which I can readily applaud, but at the same time, it put a distance between us, which makes me a bit sad. He used to climb up and sit in my lap while I stroked his fur. Not anymore… Can’t say that I blame him.
But Carl did come to visit night before last. He ate his cat treats, played with the catnip toys for a bit, always looking out the door as though he were waiting for someone or trying to hear something moving in the back yard. He’s an enigma, but a loveable one.
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them.