cignus_pfaccari
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One of our yard cats learned to wait by the sliding-glass door onto the porch about dinnertime, and watched for us. If we came near the door, she'd rub up against it, since that would probably bring us out with leftovers. Her name? Dorie, short for Door-Rubbing Cat.
Her daughter, once Dorie went to Kitty Heaven, took up the post, but instead of rubbing up against the door, she would sharpen her claws on the frame when we came up. Sadly, I can't remember her name.
And a roommate and I had a cat...okay. He would adopt people in our complex, at least temporarily, so he wasn't really ours. We called him Chairman Mao. I think he kept a running list of apartments he'd mooch off of. He'd meow to be let in, but would then look expectantly at us until we gave him some food. Once he ate his fill, he'd come over and let us pet him for 10-30 minutes and then he'd be ready to roll. He was definitely a mercenary.
Brad
Her daughter, once Dorie went to Kitty Heaven, took up the post, but instead of rubbing up against the door, she would sharpen her claws on the frame when we came up. Sadly, I can't remember her name.
And a roommate and I had a cat...okay. He would adopt people in our complex, at least temporarily, so he wasn't really ours. We called him Chairman Mao. I think he kept a running list of apartments he'd mooch off of. He'd meow to be let in, but would then look expectantly at us until we gave him some food. Once he ate his fill, he'd come over and let us pet him for 10-30 minutes and then he'd be ready to roll. He was definitely a mercenary.
Brad