A Small Furry Usurper Attempts to Overthrow King Shadow Kitty


Caturday has returned! Last week I didn’t do a post for a number of reasons. Mostly because 1) I was tired of it and 2) the stories were getting super boring…which is why I was tired of it.

So I’ve decided to do a Caturday post I hope at least once a month. Provided I can come up with interesting stories. Because let’s face it, it’s not the cats faults that they are sometimes (ok a lot of the time) boring. They are cats. Cats like routine.



Found this guy/girl (lets just settle for the male gender for clarity) in the backyard trying to sneak some cat food. Mostly just annoyed Shadow. Because lets face it pal, my cat can take you 😜 He had a brief spat with Shadow and then lurked around.


Watching. Waiting.



I was able to get gradually closer, hoping I would be able to pet him. But no luck. He was more interested in Shadow’s food. Sorry kitty it’s food for one, sadly I can’t feed the whole neighborhood.

Yes I see you!

After this picture was taken, he decided to run into the cornfield and I didn’t see him again.

But right after that another cat approached from the opposite direction. I saw him from inside and chased him off. Seriously! Scram! Haha. I do love cats but there are a lot of cats around these here parts (haha) and I’m totally not feeding them all or the husband would put his foot down. And we’d have to eat rice and beans. And the kids would not have that. Because I cannot get them to like either.

What kind of frugal mom am I anyway? The kind who keeps away stray cats, bar one so her kids and husband aren’t forced to eat unsavory food I suppose.

What about you? Any issues with small furry usurpers? How do you keep them away?




A Furry Visitor


Yesterday we all rolled out of the house in our usual morning routine. But this morning we were not greeted with the quiet hush that blankets all of our early mornings. This morning as we stepped out the door we heard the pitful sound of a kitty stuck in a trap. A kitty who very much wanted out.

She was not harmed at all. We set the traps to deter raccoons and possoms and anything else that sees fit to rifle through the garden or our trash cans.

I didn’t have time to let her out just then. When I got home, I opened the cage and expected her to run for her life. But she didn’t. And she looked so piteous that I fed her some cat food.

And now apparently she is set to stick around forever.

My husband is slightly appalled at me for feeding it. But he knows I can’t help it. I felt sorry for the poor thing.


Not entirely sure who she belongs to but there are a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood. Their owners don’t seem to care about them very much…to my great dismay. Why have a pet if you won’t love it and care for it?

So I’m just enjoying having her around. She’s not allowed in of course. Stella wouldn’t have it. She hissed like crazy when I opened the door a crack.

Growing up we had a big black tomcat that was “our” cat. We called him Midnight and this cat kinda reminds me of him. Very friendly but a bit nervous. I’ll have to find out which neighbor is her owner and what her name is. I’ll keep you updated!