Sweetie's Old House is Gone

9/25/14

Today

No worries, Sweetie!

Years ago, I often noticed a small black cat in the window of a nearby apartment.  I am almost certain that that little cat was the hungry, pregnant queen who showed up in the autumn of 2009, at my deck.  How she got out, or was let out, we'll never know.  And there were stories about the guy who was later tossed out of those apartments, and he had multiple cats.  I've hated the thought of that guy for years.

Today, the new owners of the old divided-up-in-apartments-probably-fifty-years-ago house, had a wrecking crew come in and take it down!  Once the debris is cleared, the basement hole filled in, and the driveway removed, it will be a empty lot.  We have lived here for over twenty years, and there has always been trouble at that building, often involving the authorities.  Squad cars, ambulances, fire trucks...too close to our house to feel comfortable.  Now, it will be quiet and calm, and no more renters allowed to have cats that they later dump!  In the Spring, the neighbors hope to try some gardening, even maybe put in a community vegetable patch.  No worries, Sweetie...you will ALWAYS have a home with me!

Cats at the Office

See the little tail with a white tip?

She's got a cat face on her shirt

We held our annual trick-or-treat party for employee's children, and few cutie kitty cats showed up!  Aren't they just darling?  I was also gifted with a decorated pumpkin...with a kitty cat face!  How cool!

Cat Locked Up!

Freed Chuck

When I arrived home after work, the hubby said both Angel and Chuck were sleeping upstairs; Angel under my old wool sweater draped on a chair, and Chuck in his favorite box covered with a blanket.  Just as we finished dinner, I heard a knocking noise, and thought the neighbor's were working on their house next door.  However, a peek outside proved that no one was moving around.  I heard a scrambling sound, and a faint meowing.  I launched myself upstairs, and opened all the rooms and looked under the beds.  Found Angel, but I could not find Chuck.  I came downstairs again, and heard some more noises.  Up I went again, and this time I found him.  He had slipped into the coat closet, and couldn't get the door open once the hubby had closed it tight.  The hubby was very, VERY apologetic, and once Chuck was sprung from his couple-hour-long imprisonment (with the vacuum cleaner accessories), he didn't seem the worse for wear. 

Moral of the story:  ALWAYS do a cat check!