This is Oliver. He is my neighbor's cat. I took care of him, his shy brother, two birds, and a bunch of fish while our neighbors were out of town last month.
I talk to Oliver in a singsongy voice so he figured out, while wandering by one day, that this is where his new friend lives. Since then he has spent hours sleeping under our vehicles and in our bushes. When it rained the other day, he was sleeping on our (covered) front porch when I came home.
He does all this for a bite of Noel's deli turkey or a small sliver of cheese. I know his mommy and daddy feed him well so we will not fatten him up over here.
But he is one of God's humorous creatures. He loves to be petted and follows me from the driveway to the house like he thinks he is a dog! And he is loud outside our front door if he thinks I should come back out with more food.
We now have to plan an extra five minutes leaving the house to check under the cars before we drive away, and for me to pet Oliver. Probably good to slow down our pace a bit. :-)
Oliver the Mooch Cat is much better today. Thank you for your prayers. Still limping a bit; ear still a bit bloody.
He was sleeping on our steps (westward exposure) when I came home and jumped up to greet me.
He got almost a whole slice of cheese today.
And my men were inside to greet me, too. One more workday till Christmas begins. Four whole days with my family. God is good.
Please pray for Mooch Cat Oliver. He got in a fight, probably with a black and white cat that has started to walk our property every day, and I believe his family had to take him to the vet. When I got home, he limped up to me with his ear torn and with somebody’s fur caught in his paws. Then he just laid down on our porch and meowed. Yes, he did eat cheese first. He is just the nicest cat, always on our steps when I get home, except when it is raining.
Haha Mary, you will have to be careful with that winning “singsongy” voice of yours!! 💕💕
So this morning Noel and I are leaving for breakfast when Noel goes back inside, leaving the door ajar. I see it open about four inches and get out of the car just in time to see Oliver stroll out of the house with Noel! Silly Puddy Tat!
Update on Oliver: he is hilarious! I have been parking in the cul de sac across from our house as there are piles of wood at the end of our driveway waiting for city pickup.
I arrive home around 8 and will often hear his loud, plaintive meow coming out of the darkness as I open my car door. He will then emerge from whatever driveway he has claimed for the night to walk *under* my feet as I cross to our driveway and make my way inside.
Since I am wearing a knee brace right now, our progress is slow to the house. Cats never understand that if they trip a person and she falls on them, they will both be hurt!!!
All this for a nibble of meat or cheese when we get to the house. And lots of pets—he loves to be petted!
So when I show up at choir practice covered in cat hair and we don’t have a cat . . .