This is the classic tabby cat that I feed. I can’t help it. He hisses like hell at me but he doesn’t mean it. It is just programmed behavior. Defensive. He wants to be loved…and fed. At the moment his “owner” is not feeding him because I am 😉 I know it is wrong in so many ways but I can’t say No to a cat who asks for anything. The cat’s owner should realise that and take charge.
I think it is a good picture. The camera was a Sony Cyber-shot G. The “classic” refers to the blotched tabby pattern as opposed to the mackerel and spotted. He has a superb pattern. I feed his sibling as well who is a spotted tabby with an equally beautiful coat.
Note: I have photoshopped the picture in responding to Marc’s comment below about the bird shit and the bell on the collar. Both have been removed.
Michael – no I am talking only about the bell on the collar.
Marc, I hate cat collars like you. I can’t take it off because the owner knows that I know these cats. I took the collar off a cat I called Pippa, who was owned by the woman who is a neighbour to the woman who owns these tabby cats. They are both irresponsible cat caretakers.
Marc, if I may speak to you directly, I want you with all of your heart and soul and highly sensitive mind to go back there and get a nother orange tabby, akin to your *****Red*****
Am I allowed to say anything that might help? if not, then damn me to hell. I already am in that dark, dark place, for having neglected my Panda whilst trying to take care of a lawsuit from my ex. Get yourself to a “cattery!” Now, pleas? Go back to that awflul woman, that you tried to help, my bebe.
I cannot stop watching him, every little breath that he takes, while his paws twitch, his whiskers move. He is my little godsend, and I cannot sleep unless he is under my wing. Michael, did you do what Marc asked of you? You know what you need to do. He wants you to give Charlie his catio, my dear. Do that for him, if you haven’t already? -cal
ohmygoodness. Shrimpie just rolled again, onto his back. tummy up, as you know. paws dangling right there, eyes closed. asleep. I had to carry him a few minutes ago, and he’s a big boy. The noise startled both of us. I had to carry him back in. purring, he was, all the way! Then, at the last minute, as I was reaching for the door, he decided that he did not want to leave the night. What a struggle it was for me, to commit to him AND to the door. 😉
Caroline what does this mean?