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...or give them a mixed message. :shrug:
I do like the little guys, honest! And I am aware of the 'honor' being accorded.
Just Wimsey joined the clowder partly by invitation from one of my own cats and partly from deciding his own house was not up to standard*. I don't think my neighbors would appreciate my pre-empting their cats; they ARE rather fond of them and do take care of them.
* Wimsey (at 6 months old) was expected to catch his dinner. Once he was no longer little and cute, they lost interest in him. The kids did NOT know how to handle a cat; grabbing, squeezing, using the tail as a handle, etc. They came and got him twice when he'd fled to my house- after that they took the hint and just left him there. Nothing was ever said on either side. I knew he was 'my' cat when I found myself getting Cestex for this poor, skinny, starving adolescent boy. First time I put some food down for him, he took a deep smell of it. His paws did the little 'happy dance', and I think if a cat could burst into tears of gratitude, he would have done so. I made 'The Appointment' with the Sainted Vet right then and there.
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