Hi Cat,
I think we know each other well enough now to talk about boundaries. But before we talk about that, I do want you to know that we all find you charming and handsome and all that. I do find it amusing when you visit me while I'm gardening. Myles thinks it's great fun when you try to get him to chase him in the yard. The ladies find you quite enchanting, pressing their noses and whiskers to the windows to watch your macho antics. We like you, we really do, don't get me wrong.
However, I feel that we need to address certain issues.
First of all, please refrain from walking on the roof of any of our buildings over here. I saw you on the garage roof today, and I could tell that you were guaging the distance between that roof and the main house's. Just don't do it, kitty. We don't need you pressing your sweet golden face into the upstairs hallway window, causing all kinds of feline palpitations in our quiet household. Also, I don't want to worry about you falling. So knock it off.
You handsome devil, you.
Secondly, I need you to STOP teasing the animals who live here by parading around on the front porch, chasing leaves and giving the impression that living outside is so much fun. I'm sure it is, but they don't need to know it.
Thirdly, when I am trying to take pictures of the animals looking out the window, can you please control your tail? This was the best shot, and you wrecked it. I find that difficult to forgive.
Finally, although we do find you charming, handsome, etc, please remember that the people across the street are YOUR people. You need to stay over there and take care of them. That is what having people is all about. They might feel neglected or upset if they knew how hard you were trying to get in the door whenever I open it. They might see it as disloyalty if they knew how much time you spent on our porch. So please, Yellow Cat, keep these boundaries in mind. We want to be friends with you, we really do.
Sincerely,
Myles, Emma, and Ada's Person
that is priceless.
Would you like to have a talk with the Golden Retriever puppy who frolics in our side yard and taunts our poor doggies. You certainly have a way with words. . .
I’m linking back to this. Good stuff.
Really cute. Cats are not good at heeding advice however. You may need to get a water pray bottle and use it.
ADVICE FROM A NON_CAT PERSON.
Hahahaha! The picture looking out the door is still a good one!
I came in through Kim at Hiraeth. What a wonderful post. I think, however, that my deceased cat was one of those cats. As much as he loved us, he loved everyone else, too, and he wasn’t above sneaking in behind the neighbours when they went into their house.
Cute post! I have never seen this Yellow Cat, but I am sure I will someday, since he seems to be around your house more than his.
yeah, someone is probably writing the same post about Mowgli, who spends five minutes inside, then two hours out, one minute in, twenty minutes out, oops out all night, sleeps for a few hours, repeat, repeat, repeat. he is so using us for food and occasional litter box. i think he poops in the neighbor’s yard which they probably don’t like, but he goes where he should inside, so I can’t complain right?? he sleeps on other people’s porches too from time to time, and likes to saunter down the middle of the side street- almost had to honk at him the other day to get him to go home. ahhhh. cats. (or as leah says: “KIT, TEEE, or sometimes KIT-TEEEEEEE!!! at the top of her lungs… while trying to catch them)
I’m thinking of Old Mister Johnson who had troubles of his own with a yellow cat that wouldn’t leave his home…
Allyson, you make me laugh! I LOVE this! Not only are you a wonderful photographer, but you are an excellent writer as well. I thoroughly enjoyed this today (and I am not fond of cats in the least, sorry to say).
OMG – this is hysterical – worthy of the blog hall of fame…
P.S. – Should you neglect the aforementioned warnings referenced in the letter heretofore, we shall be forced to hire an outside cat consultant. His name is Joe Clarke and his methods are straight to the point. As a child, he put cats under milk crates and poured water on them. Please consider this when approaching the property.
We have a similar feline fella in our neighborhood. I named him Filibuster, but I think his real name is Charlie. Gatwick gets so excited when Filibuster comes around. I think they’re secret friends.