A New Pet

No - not mine, my MOM's!

Try as she may, she just can't not have a pet.  I suppose if her neighbors, who actually, supposedly own this cat, were better pet owners Mom wouldn't have a new pet.  But they're not, so she does.  It was their dog, Teddy, for a while, but that issue got resolved so now it's the cat.  They could care less about the cat so Mom picked up the slack.

Meet "Notmycat".  I think that's an extremely odd name for a cat but it's what Mom insists the cat's name is.  She points to the cat and says adamantly "That's Notmycat!"  OK! OK! That's Notmycat!  I get it!

Notmycat is a very lovable, neutered, male, tabby-and-white with a voracious appetite, thanks to his little intestinal friends.  Mom feeds him dog food, since he was raised with a dog and only knows dog food (lousy owners, remember?) and he eats nearly a full, large can every day!

While Rick and I were there we gave him lots of attention and he just ate it up!  Such a cute brat.  Turns out he's learned that catching birds will also get him attention so sometimes he does it just for that reason.  Mom actually saw him carrying a bird and stop to let her catch him and then release the bird.  He can't possibly actually need the food so it's more an issue of getting the attention.

And like so many cats, or maybe it's more of a tabby trait, he loves to pose for pictures...












Here he's hanging with Mom in the carport...












And inspecting his territory...  













And sleeping anywhere he finds interesting...






I think it's a good thing for my Mom to have a pet.  She should stop trying not to.