Skippy!
I first saw him in the yard on Valentine’s Day, remember? Well, after a week of observing him, I’ve decided that he wasn’t somebody’s kitty cat. If he was, it’s been a long time since.
Anyway, I feed him at night after I get the other cats in and before I let them out in the morning, I check to see how he did with his dinner. He’s been pretty good. Yesterday, I put his wet food bowl in a heavier plastic bowl, one we brought home from my mom’s last year. This way, he doesn’t push it off into the bushes when he eats, he has a better chance of finishing.
He’s very leary of me, but the cats, not so much. Jackie is a problem, since Jackie is not neutered and considers Skippy competition. But as Skippy gets more acclimated to the yard (and, hopefully, eventually the house), we plan on trapping him and getting him fixed and having his left eye checked out.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the eye, but it doesn’t reflect the flash like the right eye. It does dilate and contract with the available light, which is a good thing, I just don’t think that eye is in good health.
I took some pictures last week and I took some pictures today.
(This is cool, I’m sitting here typing, it’s a mild evening, 66° at 6:30 pm…I hear a cat cry, look around, see Skippy on the patio; Sammy was at the living room door talking to him. That’s the first time I’ve seen Skippy this close to the house. Good deal, I can feed him up here now.)
Here are the pictures:
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click for a larger picTo the left of Pete (the black and white long haired kitty) you can see Skippy in the dry streambed of the pool.
click for a larger picA better shot of Skippy.
click for a larger picIf you’re wondering where I got the name Skippy, it’s a pretty easy line of thought to follow. We’ve got Gilligan out front, because we thought of him as KittyMeezer’s “little buddy”. Well, if you’ve got a Gilligan, you need a Skipper, right? And from Skipper we go to Skippy.
And that’s how he got his name.
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