So the main two kitties who come to my house have decided that I’m okay. They let me pet them, scritch them on the neck, head, and chest, rub them along their sides with both hands and even pick them up a couple of inches off the ground. That last one freaks them out a little bit, but not in a scratchy bitey kind of way. More of a “hey, watcha doin’?” sort of way.
So here is boy kitty with the white patch on his chest with girl kitty. This boy kitty is more skittish than the other one. But he’s decided if the other cats like me, he can be this close and it’ll be okay. You’ll notice the girl kitty is kind of football shaped. Once I was able to run my hands down her side, I realized she was all full of kittens. I’m really torn. I know I should take her in and have her fixed, but she’s pretty far along. Meh. Hey, if I wait long enough the decision will be made for me. Funny how that works.
And this is girl kitty again mid-meow beside my oregano in the planter box. She looks kind of freaked out in the pic, but she’s just sayin’ “Hi”.
The grey kitties still come by at the appointed times for their crunchies. Two hang out on my porch even after the food is gone. Saturday, I went out and sat on the porch with them. They head butting and rubbing on each other, twisting around in circles, occasionally throwing themselves down on the sidewalk. I heard purring. The boy cat would get brave every once in a while and head up the steps toward me. He’d stop and sniff my shoe, then go back down and rub on his cat friend some more. So cute! I think this is the boy cat pictured here lounging on the railing.
