Tom Cat Ridge is beginning to live up to its name. For some time, now, my brother has been enjoying a number of housecats on his place, across my field, next door. (I do not think he has named his property, so I cannot know what to call it, except Bro's Place... ).
Some time ago, a strange, and wildly long-haired piebald feral cat was seen in my back field, and had been sleeping on my Dodge Stratus. I finally got him to move on to greener pastures, or so I thought... Last night, I discovered I have a kitten, a short haired piebald little rascal, living under my singlewide. Now, we are only half way through the process of replacing my underpinning with T-111 siding, which withstands the March fury and winds much better than what we had... In the photo, you can see T-111 siding on the home in Port Orange. It is really good stuff.
The little creature can live there until we get this finished, at which time he will be locked out of the underside of my home, permanently...
I had a cat, Josemaines, for 17 years and 7 months. I wrote upon his cardboard casket that I would never have any pets, again, and I have lived by that promise lo these many years. I meant that both ways. I refuse to be a slave to some housecat, any longer. If he can survive on the mice, and stay out of massa's way, when I come through, he can stay... But only under those provisions.
The picture shows Josemaines Kitty circa 1987... in Port Orange, Florida, where we lived... He was the best cat one could ever have. Dad used to say that he "tried" to be a good cat... "Joe tries", he would say... He was born to us in Virginia, and is buried in the back yard of that home in Florida, now, way down deep... The length of a long shovel handle, to the tip, at least!
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