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Miss Blue Looks for a Boyfriend
There's a little black-and-white cat who's been coming by regularly in search of a boyfriend. In fact, she has been desperately in search of some boy cat love for some time now.
Sadly for her, she has come meeping and murpling to the wrong door. There ain't nobody here who can help her out, let me assure you. All my boys have been fixed for years, and can only look at her in mild confusion as she makes an indecent spectacle of herself.
I have nicknamed her Little Miss Blue, or Miss Blue as the fancy strikes me, because she's got a weird blue spot in her eye. It's either a cataract or a blind spot of some kind. She's very, very friendly, not at all shy of humans, and does not appear to be starving, which makes me think she must belong to someone and not be a street cat. Or, if she is a street cat, she hasn't been one for long.
She and George have a weird unconsummated love affair going on. He's not quite sure how to give her what she wants, but by golly he'll give it his best shot! She hangs around the front and back windows, peeping and mrrowing hopefully, and he goes bonkers every time. Yet even if my cats are outside at the same time as she is, the worst they get up to is hanging out in the same sunbeam. Yes, life on the wild side, folks.
Today I saw her out front (she usually comes to the back door) and went outside to see what she wanted. I then got treated to the sight of her trying to leap gracefully from the ground to my window (about five feet off the ground from where she sat) where George was sitting, snag the windowsill with her claws, scrabble frantically for purchase before falling back, flailing ungracefully. She twisted in mid-air and landed on all fours, of course, then gave me a look of injured dignity and skulked off through the wrought-iron fence, no doubt off to give her tail a proper washing in order to regain her composure.
I don't know why I like her so much. I think it's because she's got moxy.
Sadly for her, she has come meeping and murpling to the wrong door. There ain't nobody here who can help her out, let me assure you. All my boys have been fixed for years, and can only look at her in mild confusion as she makes an indecent spectacle of herself.
I have nicknamed her Little Miss Blue, or Miss Blue as the fancy strikes me, because she's got a weird blue spot in her eye. It's either a cataract or a blind spot of some kind. She's very, very friendly, not at all shy of humans, and does not appear to be starving, which makes me think she must belong to someone and not be a street cat. Or, if she is a street cat, she hasn't been one for long.
She and George have a weird unconsummated love affair going on. He's not quite sure how to give her what she wants, but by golly he'll give it his best shot! She hangs around the front and back windows, peeping and mrrowing hopefully, and he goes bonkers every time. Yet even if my cats are outside at the same time as she is, the worst they get up to is hanging out in the same sunbeam. Yes, life on the wild side, folks.
Today I saw her out front (she usually comes to the back door) and went outside to see what she wanted. I then got treated to the sight of her trying to leap gracefully from the ground to my window (about five feet off the ground from where she sat) where George was sitting, snag the windowsill with her claws, scrabble frantically for purchase before falling back, flailing ungracefully. She twisted in mid-air and landed on all fours, of course, then gave me a look of injured dignity and skulked off through the wrought-iron fence, no doubt off to give her tail a proper washing in order to regain her composure.
I don't know why I like her so much. I think it's because she's got moxy.
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