I am reserving a special corner of cat hell for you.
Finally here is a picture of the black cat who has been occasionally sighted in the barn. He is getting braver. Here he is just short of the back steps. I am sure there will be a few cat fights to follow while they all settle into their new hierarchy.
Though as you know I did NOT want another cat. But. Dumped cats are a different matter. We are right off the beaten track so it takes a lot of determination for a cat to find its way out here.
The Damaged Phone
I took my scratched up phone into my favourite AT&T store. I know the guy – he is very young and very lovely, remembers my name and almost called out Love You as I left before he blushed as he caught himself and reminded himself that I am not his auntie.
He peeled off the damaged screen protector and applied a new one for ten bucks.
A fellow worker wandered over, looked over his shoulder.
Dog? She said.
Hog. He said.
Huh. She said. I don’t think I have had one of those before.
The whole store gathered around to see the video of Jude ripping my tripod, with phone attached, off the gate and burying the phone. Everyone had a good laugh!
Mission accomplished!
White chickens
The line is being blurred. With Quacker and Mr Flowers joining in at feed time.
It is snowing this morning, so shortly I will go out with fresh dry straw for the chicken verandah where they are all sitting out of the wet snow.
The Moon
The star at the top of the tree is really a moon at dusk. Yesterday evening at feeding time.
Small things amuse me!
Have a lovely day. It looks like it is going to snow all day. But not a lot. And it is wet snow.
Now, what’s a great little Christmas present for an 8 year old girl who loves to ski! I have finished California, now it is time to get Canada’s holiday sorted. Australia is underway. New Zealand after that.
I have to admit that the holidays are stressful as I am the worst present giver ever. But I cannot be with any of my own families this holidays so packaged and mailed presents it is.
Have a lovely day/evening wherever you are.
Celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
23 responses to “Whosoever Dumps Cats …”
Amen to the cat dumping corner of Hell. One of our current ones was dropped at our barn as a kitten. Our vet said she was a whopping 5 weeks old when brought in which made her only slightly more than 4 weeks when we found her. What kind of person does that…
So much for no more cats. I rather think he’ll be around for some time, he looks healthy. Years ago a very dear friend of mine had a black cat called Guinness. Some time later they acquired a black dog which they obviously called Arthur! Though having said that “Arthur Guinness” may mean nothing to you? A while ago my close friend died, l still miss her and whenever l see a black cat l always say hello Guinness.
I thought I saw snow in the first picture!
Poor cat – at least it’s come across someone kind on a cold winter’ day.
My stepmother has a feral cat that sleeps next to her dog on cold days – must be a realtive of Boo!
Jude will hve half the county laughing – I bet that phone story will be repeated for years to come.
He is stunning! All my cats have been rescued, found, or adopted from a shelter. I currently have two black cats who take care of the mice sneaking into the house. Several repair workers are petrified of them. I can’t imagine life without cats.
Dumping cats and dogs makes me so angry. I’m glad he found a welcoming home. That Jude and the phone story is very funny and I have told it to a few folks already. I can’t be with my family this Christmas either. I mailed my daughter a hand-knit coffee cosy as she loves handmade things. But I’m afraid the others will get gift cards as I refuse to spend all that money on postage. None of mine are little anymore so the thrill of a package in the mail from grandma is gone. But they do like a gift card to their favourite coffee shop. xo
Will that be his new name– Dump? He is very beautiful. I wonder if he has any farmyard experience already. He best learn quickly how not to irritate pigs.
The phone story will be one to laugh over for some time. Jude now needs to work off that $10 in some way and also needs a good sit down conversation regarding “snouts and other pig parts” off of what does not belong to him.
Love seeing the snow in the trees. As to the gift – a supply of hot chocolate and one of those ceramic mugs seems appropriate for a skier and if you want to splurge perhaps a season lift ticket. They start at about $500 for our ski areas here, but those are multi-site passes. This is why I do not ski.
500 dollars!!! Lordy.
Not Dump though – in NZ that means a poo. 💩 🤭
The hot chocolate idea is excellent.
Yes, means the same here but maybe modify a bit…Dumpster, Dumpy, or just something simple like Blackie 😉
We live by a now (lots of people moving in) busy road—therefore, we are being undated with lots of cats. Makes me so mad. Sometimes they are even elderly cats and/or cats without claws. Makes me sick. I’m right there with you on that corner thing.
Black Cats I have known & loved through the years: Blackie, Boogie Bear, Timothy Thomas A. Edison Moore, Matilda, Johnnie, & Ivan Ivanovich. When we lived in South Florida, where bright colored whimsy reigns, I painted gift shop items for several boutiques. Hand-painted mailboxes were big during a time when we had Boogie Bear, two Siamese cats & a Manx. I painted them on many objects including a new mailbox for us, which we proudly planted in a flowerbed by the driveway. Several cats in quick succession were dropped off in our front yard. We found them homes & took down the too alluring mailbox. But have always taken in dumped, discarded, lost cats & what an old friend called “tuck-ups” – they tuck up with us in uncanny cat ways as we were going along. (Many dogs this way too.)
Seems Jude & Bobby don’t fancy being being in the movies. The Beasty Things!
Both of my cats had been abandoned and I can’t wrap my head around anyone doing that
Same. This black cat is getting more and more obvious. I am training Boo not to chase him off though – Boo is very wary of strange animals on the property.
We live out in the country in the middle of our hayfields and we have a big barn. We often have new arrivals, but they have a major homing instinct and many just head back home. I had a cat that I took with me to my new apartment when I first moved out of the house, seven miles from home. The cat escaped, and a few days later was jumping on the kitchen door asking my mom to let him in and feed him. None the worst for wear!
Seven miles!! You wonder how they know. I mean you did not walk him to the new place!
No, and it was on the other side of the lake so it might have been even longer than that!
Wow.
I scooped my cat (my first) as he was jumping down an 18 inch curb into a very busy street on a hill – the curb being so high as to supposedly prevent vehicles from jumping it, except it didn’t. The cat would’ve been killed very quickly. It was obvious that he wasn’t a feral since he was quite happy to be picked up and carried away from the street and into the apartment. He was very quickly named Brat, he is one. He’s black with a very few white hairs on his neck like a tiny lace jabot and a white cummerbund belt on his tummy with the odd white hair here and there that are longer than his basic black and beautiful peridot eyes. I’ve had him 2 years now and he likes watching out the windows at squirrels, birds, deer and other cats. Several of my dogs over the years were dumped before I found them and not a bad one amongst them. I do miss having a dog but it would’ve been nice to have a cat sooner in my life – none of the people who lived with me were open to having a cat.
Stay worm and dry today, snowing and cold here in north central rural Indiana.
Snowing and cold here too. I love the story of Brat.
Sleeping ON my right elbow is Smokey. He was one of SEVEN kittens born to a cat someone dumped at our place five years ago now. They were born under the front paddock bridge … and a young girl who was helping me out that summer noticed them as she was walking home each day. Eventually the mother brought six of them to our front porch where I would take out some food and water for them each morning. We could not leave it out long as we had trouble with raccoons that season. Over the summer they became more and more friendly. Our granddaughters were able to identify one that stood out and named him Smokey. He had a swirl that rose up the middle of his nose like a curl of smoke. A local cat rescue offered to take them in, have them neutered or spayed, vaccinated and rehomed. My job ‘just’ entailed catching them. For a few weeks in the early fall I would take out salmon and sit with it on the porch between my feet. Soon enough the kittens and their mom relaxed enough to eat right there. And I could reach out to touch a few of them. I was dreading the day that I would need to pick them all up. Such a travesty to a feral cat … When the day came I knew I would need to pick the mother up first. I expected a real fight and was suited up in protective clothing – as much as that can do. Just before I reached down a seventh kitten came up onto the porch. They were all grey tabbies and looked A LOT alike. It was only in that very last minute that we realized there were seven!! With my heart in my throat I reached to pick up the mom … AND SHE SNUGGLED INTO ME!!! That was unexpected! I handed her through the front door to be placed in a holding carrier. The next six were equally as easy to pick up and transfer. They were all males. And then … did I get a beating from the littlest and only female! Long story short – about a month later we found out that all of them – mom included – EXCEPT FOR SMOKEY – were placed with adoptive families. I took that as an omen and went back to the group to adopt him. He has been the most cuddly, friendly, smartest cat I have known.
Oh ! That is the loveliest story.
Bless wee Smokey with the smoke curl in the middle of her for’ead.
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Beautiful kitty … pleased to hear that he will be staying