| I had a neighborhood cat that wanted to live with me. He introduced himself while I was working on my truck. He would literally watch me work on my truck. He was always looking on right behind me, even when under the truck. (maybe because mice sometimes hide in vechicles?) Anyway for months he would leave a dead mouse on the house mat. I felt sorry for him, and let him stay in the utility room, and showed him how to use a dog door. (I would have kept him, but he ended up having a home. He lived in a 8 million dollar mansion, and was feed fresh Salmon, he hated the dog.) I found all that out later. I couldn't let him in the house 24/7 because of allergies. He would sneak in and bring on mice. The mice were so quiet, I didn't even notice them until he arrived. I found out later he was going to multiple houses daily, and we all spoiled him. He did want to live with me, but finally gave up. I think some wild animal got him though. The wealthy family that owned him was devistated. People on that Neighborhood social site condemned the family for not keeping him indoors, but they didn't know he liked his freedom. He lived a full life, but killed a lot of rodents. Which didn't bother me at the time. Well it kinda did, but rats I just can't live with. I used to believe all cats should be kept indoors, but once certain cats are used to freedom it's painful to watch them suffer mentally by being inside. I learned where the Tom Cat phrase came from by knowing him. |