Now you have to know that George is a persistent cat who just lives to be outdoors. And evidently, his favorite snack bar is Sylvia's house and Vixen's food.
Last week on Thursday, I come home from work and there, tucked into the mailbox is a note, typewritten, from Sylvia. Now you know that it is nestled away in some folder on her computer just waiting for the day when she has to take action against this defenseless cat. What the letter said mostly was that she would be away for 4 days and the previous night George was in her basement, eating Vixen's food, and fighting with Vixen and it was keeping her tenants awake. Now, she could not have this and could we please do "whatever it takes to clear up this "nuisence". Perhaps, she should learn to close the window and keep Vixen in the basement at night to keep her safe from the vicious George.
Sylvia admitted to us, when George first started to go there, that whoever he belonged to she wished they would move back out. Sylvie may get her wish sooner than she thinks.
George is getting more comfortable with staying in with us most of the time. But he still longs for the great outdoors. Sue walked him on the leash the other night in the backyard. He was good. No alligator death rolls. Sometimes, we let him sneak out and we leave the window open so he can get back in. HE LOVES IT!!!!!!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Update on Tank
In the original blog, I forgot to mention that John told Sue that if I want to own a dirtbag like that I should live on Congress Avenue with the rest of my kind. Well if the rest of my kind own dirtbags like Tank then they, the people, must be alright.
Poor Tank....every time he sees John he wags his tail, gets gooey ears and want to go see him for a pet. Tank is such an attention whore. He really means no harm, he just defends himself. Who knows what kind of life he had before we got him. He has so many scars on his legs that the vet seems to think he might have been used in the pit as a bait dog. All I know is that he is a love who loves to cuddle. I don't think he is a pit. I think he is a lab/shepherd mix. I will have to get a picture in here for all to see. All I know is I will protect him to my death. He is almost as good a dog as Okemo and that is saying something for him. Okemo was the best!!!!!!
The other thing Tank loves besides being petted is......A GOOD RIDE IN THE CAR!!!!! He doesn't care where you are going....he wants to go. He becomes your ass magnet until you take him. He has my morning schedule down to a science. He wakes up ( Tank likes to sleep in) as soon as he hears the hair dryer turn off or he hears me put on my uniform pants. That's when he attaches himself to Sue's ass. He gets so excited. Many days he accompanies Sue on her appointed rounds to where ever. He just loves to ride. He makes no demands....just take him in the car. When Sue goes next door to the garage where she stores her car....Tank goes with her and just lays in the car on the front seat. It's hysterical. You have to see it to believe it. Amazing. But he is so good. But on the mornings he can't come to take me to work, trying to get out of here is almost impossible. Tank is just great.
Poor Tank....every time he sees John he wags his tail, gets gooey ears and want to go see him for a pet. Tank is such an attention whore. He really means no harm, he just defends himself. Who knows what kind of life he had before we got him. He has so many scars on his legs that the vet seems to think he might have been used in the pit as a bait dog. All I know is that he is a love who loves to cuddle. I don't think he is a pit. I think he is a lab/shepherd mix. I will have to get a picture in here for all to see. All I know is I will protect him to my death. He is almost as good a dog as Okemo and that is saying something for him. Okemo was the best!!!!!!
The other thing Tank loves besides being petted is......A GOOD RIDE IN THE CAR!!!!! He doesn't care where you are going....he wants to go. He becomes your ass magnet until you take him. He has my morning schedule down to a science. He wakes up ( Tank likes to sleep in) as soon as he hears the hair dryer turn off or he hears me put on my uniform pants. That's when he attaches himself to Sue's ass. He gets so excited. Many days he accompanies Sue on her appointed rounds to where ever. He just loves to ride. He makes no demands....just take him in the car. When Sue goes next door to the garage where she stores her car....Tank goes with her and just lays in the car on the front seat. It's hysterical. You have to see it to believe it. Amazing. But he is so good. But on the mornings he can't come to take me to work, trying to get out of here is almost impossible. Tank is just great.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Saga of George
I don't think the city of New Haven likes me. I have been having a lot of problems with the police dept of late. So far this incident has not involved the police but I am getting a bit gun shy. No pun intended.
Our George, our black cat. If you have ever had the pleasure of owning a black cat you will know they are special. They have a personality that no other cat has. They get into more trouble than most other cats and they have more than 9 lives!!!! They need more than 9 lives.
Geoge is an outside cat. He just loves being outdoors. Somehow, he even manages to stay dry when it is pouring out. It seems that our dear George is not loved by all the neighbors as he is loved by us. The lady, Sylvia, down the street approached us one day and asked if we owned a black cat. We told her yes. Well, she went on....that she had a feral cat that never leaves her backyard and goes in and out of the basement for it's food so she leaves the basement window open. It seems that George has been helping himself to 'Vixen's' food and spraying her basement. Now you have to understand that there are 3 or 4 other black cats in the neighborhood but she is sure it is our George. Also, George has been fighting with her cat and it has been keeping her tenants awake. So we have been trying to keep George in at night and trying to be good neighbors but everyday it was a new problem with George. She even took a picture of George, or a facsimile, in a tree asttempting to catch a bird. She is always so nice when she approaches us and says things like: the lady next door likes to feed the birds and look where I found George today. I am so sick of it. Be nasty I can deal with that better.
Anyway, Sue went online and found out that cats can not roam. So we have been putting George on a leash and walking him. I can take no credit for this, Sue did it. It took her an hour and a half to walk George around the block one night. I give her a lot of credit, I really do. George to say the least is NOT happy. He is spraying in here. And to say the least, I am NOT happy with this. This morning I let him out. He needs to run and play and spray. He was back in 2 hours and came when he called. We keep him in all night and he sleeps on our bed. If our neighbor can't deal with this...too bad.
George has already had his ear torn and his leg has been hurt and we don't know how. But if I find out that Sylvia is doing something to him I will call the police on her and press charges.
Between Sylvia and John (Tank), I want to pack up and go where no one knows my name and my pets can be free.
Any yet again I say. Everything happens for a reason!!! Maybe I am suppose to be a lawyer for animal rights.
Our George, our black cat. If you have ever had the pleasure of owning a black cat you will know they are special. They have a personality that no other cat has. They get into more trouble than most other cats and they have more than 9 lives!!!! They need more than 9 lives.
Geoge is an outside cat. He just loves being outdoors. Somehow, he even manages to stay dry when it is pouring out. It seems that our dear George is not loved by all the neighbors as he is loved by us. The lady, Sylvia, down the street approached us one day and asked if we owned a black cat. We told her yes. Well, she went on....that she had a feral cat that never leaves her backyard and goes in and out of the basement for it's food so she leaves the basement window open. It seems that George has been helping himself to 'Vixen's' food and spraying her basement. Now you have to understand that there are 3 or 4 other black cats in the neighborhood but she is sure it is our George. Also, George has been fighting with her cat and it has been keeping her tenants awake. So we have been trying to keep George in at night and trying to be good neighbors but everyday it was a new problem with George. She even took a picture of George, or a facsimile, in a tree asttempting to catch a bird. She is always so nice when she approaches us and says things like: the lady next door likes to feed the birds and look where I found George today. I am so sick of it. Be nasty I can deal with that better.
Anyway, Sue went online and found out that cats can not roam. So we have been putting George on a leash and walking him. I can take no credit for this, Sue did it. It took her an hour and a half to walk George around the block one night. I give her a lot of credit, I really do. George to say the least is NOT happy. He is spraying in here. And to say the least, I am NOT happy with this. This morning I let him out. He needs to run and play and spray. He was back in 2 hours and came when he called. We keep him in all night and he sleeps on our bed. If our neighbor can't deal with this...too bad.
George has already had his ear torn and his leg has been hurt and we don't know how. But if I find out that Sylvia is doing something to him I will call the police on her and press charges.
Between Sylvia and John (Tank), I want to pack up and go where no one knows my name and my pets can be free.
Any yet again I say. Everything happens for a reason!!! Maybe I am suppose to be a lawyer for animal rights.
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