<>One afternoon a month or two back I slapped together a large box out of scrap drywall. The box was about 4 feet to a side, and was built up against the side of my workshop. Since he side of the workshop is just thin sheet steel, it was a simple job to hack a small hole in the wall, and build a cheap wooden “awning” or entryway over it. The pruose and end result of this carpentry abomination was to build an entrace into the side of my worskshop so the farmcats could come in out of the weather when they were of a mind to, but would not have free roam in my shop (where they would, undoubtedly, poop on everything).There’s a small hole in the top of the box to allow food to be poured in. A visit to the thrift store garnered some dirt cheap towels, which the cats can use as bedding.
Much to my amazement, they often actually do use the catlock. One of the reasons for building it was to provide a feeding place for the cats that gets them the hell out of my way… whenever I open the garage door, there they are, romping all over, in, under, around and behind my car. So, the ritual is that if I leave, I first get them into the catlock with a bit of food. Better’n running them over.
Behold the power of claws…
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[i]Better’n running them over.[/i]
Sir, nothing is better than running over a cat.
I’d disagree. Running a dog over is MUCH more pleasurable. Particularly if you just wing it and it takes a few hours for it to croak.
That’s a pretty Siamese one going up the wall. You don’t see as many of those today as back when I was a kid, when they were all the rage.
Siamese cats are cool.
That’s Mark, and he’s not a Siamese. “Mark” because, well, as I was unloading the cardboard box with the still-warm body of Bitey from my car (after he final visit to the vet), this cat comes running up to me that looked *exactly* like Bitey. Damn near gave me a heart attack, until he turned around and I saw his harbls. Mark (“Bitey Mark II”) is Bitey’s brother or half brother, and is the brother of the two dark gray cats you can also see in the catlock (“Stinky” and “Spot”), and the brother or half-brother of the other cat, “Fingers.” All are the children of the entirely-black “Mommacat.” Seems every little Mommacat has at least one kitten who has Siamese coloration. The go-around that produced Mark, Spot and Stinky produced one more that looked just like Mark, but was female and which the neighbors took.
Mommacat *is* the local breeding population.