Midnight has been hanging around our house for a bit over 2
years now. He has weathered the heat of 2 summers, along with the biting cold
of 2 winters. Honestly, I don’t know how he does it. Basically, he’s homeless
and relies upon Sue and I to provide him with the dry food and tuna fish on
which he subsists. He has no instinct when it comes to killing something to
eat, so I am locked into this relationship with him. After all, it was I who
fed him in the first place. What’s that saying about “if you save someone’s
life you are responsible for it?” Well, I’m living it.
Midnight makes friends very easily. He has no one except for
me and Sue to play with; meaning that he’s pretty much on his own. So, he has
some unusual friends for a cat. There’s this grasshopper for starters; which he
enjoys swatting with his paw. Notice how his claws; which are not trimmed; are
curled in so he can play with his friend without inflicting any damage. No
matter though, the grasshopper is free to hop away at any time, leaving Midnight
to search for it in the bushes. He also plays with the little green frogs in
this same manner.
Then there’s the matter of the birds; with whom he has
become overly friendly; allowing them to eat from his dry food bowl, and even
take some home with them; while he sits, or lays, only inches away watching
them come and go like planes at JFK. He knows more food is coming, and besides,
he doesn't pay for it. But even if he did he would probably still share his
food with his feathered friends. I think he’s hoping that they will someday
teach him how to fly.
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