We got Boots or Bootsy as we fondly call her from a Cat Rescue Centre when she was about six months old as a present for little T. If I recall correctly, little T was barely two-years-old then.
I think I’ve mentioned this already in the past, I am not a cat-person, I’m more of a dog-person, especially since I grew up with dogs all my life and don’t really have much experience with cats, until Bootsy came along.
No, she hasn’t made me into a cat-person, I still prefer dogs. But I’m very, very, very fond of little T’s cat.
I find it endearing how she’s always been patient with little T, even when they were both younger. She would patiently sit still every time lT fussed her, unlike other cats though, she doesn’t really like being petted. She’ll only tolerate T, as for the rest of us, as soon as we try to pet her, she’ll get up, stretch and leave.
But sad to say, she has changed. There are times when she’ll be gone for weeks, sometimes even a month, then suddenly show up at our windowsill demanding to be let in and of course, fed.
She’s also looking really fat.
Our neighbour told us that she once saw Boots on someone else’s couch. Apparently an old woman has adopted her and other cats too. My husband thinks though, that she’s not the only woman who feeds our cat. Yes, it hurts me to say this, but she has betrayed us. She is sleeping around.
I’m wondering now whether I should play the game and offer her what she’s been getting somewhere else. What does the old woman feed her? Chicken, fish, bacon, sausages? I can do that too!
She was home a few days ago, but hasn’t been again for more than a couple of days now. To think that I already have chicken bits waiting for her in our fridge.
Do you have a cat?
Is your cat like our Bootsy?
Any advice on how to keep her in?