The Cat Lady

I don’t poke fun at people often—unless I know them and it’s ok to tease them.  So let’s call this an interesting observation that caused me to giggle, and write about, and post on my blog site.  I’ll ask forgiveness later.

Madeline and I were sitting on the deck one afternoon, and she says to me: “Mom, you know that lady that sometimes visits her parents next door to us?”

“Yes, what about her?”

“Well, she talks to their cat.”

“I talk to Chester (our dog) too.”

“Um, not like this, Mom.  Full on conversations.”

Not thinking too much of it, I dismissed it.

And then yesterday. . .

“Go away Kitty.  This is not your deck, or your house.  Go away.  This house belongs to my kitty.”

What?  Did I hear that right? Who is that?  I stopped folding clothes in the bedroom and scrambled to the bathroom window that looks directly into our neighbor’s backyard.

Well, look at that would ya?  Madeline was right.  Oh my!

“Kitty, you leave now.”

Clearly she was talking to another cat who wandered into her parent’s backyard.

“Go away.  This is my kitty’s house.”

But Kitty didn’t leave.

Still didn’t leave.

Then the Kitty Whisperer disappeared into the house.

What is she going to do now?  And seriously, Krista, you’re spying on your neighbor.  ‘Have we really sunk this low?’ my Conscience asked.

I could see the sweet, golden, meaning no harm, tabby still sitting there, wondering what was going to happen next.

A few seconds later, she returned with a large cup of water.

Oh no, really?  Run kitty.  Run.

She proceeded to pour the water over the intrusive feline.

It worked.  The cat left her cat’s yard.  Fast.

And I thought cats were territorial.  Yikes!