this iz Calicat; its not her slave name because shes here on her own accord the past several years &, except for the food and tricked-out natural outdoor shelters weve provided for the seasons, shes her own sporty feline ~~ so we do pet her but we dont refer to her as our pet (Not that theres anything wrong with that; its an individual thing).  Shes purely a sublet on this joint tenancy with privileges.

The story begins with some destitute family down the road breaking-up and dumping a box of kittens (with updated shots & snips) into the woods.  For a time, there were different ones showing up, but this groovy calico started staying under the porch & good-naturedly-palling-up-with our kids, while fighting for her newly adopted sanctuary & home territory vigorously...& with a doggedness that you might not expect from such a small cat. 

Although she sometimes welcomes stray cats struttin (visitors who dont much like humans, period), she takes little guff whatsoever from them or any four legged animal.

Turn-ons: 

Rollin around on the concrete slab in the sun.

Any of our laps beside the firepit on a Saturday night.

Hunting in the wild grass & then playing with her catch [kinda twisted, but hey].

Following us around everywhere we go in the yard, from landscaping to throwing a

football, it doesnt matter shes at our feet & were trying not to squash her (although I did step on her paw once so she has a noticeable limp sometimes)

The patch of Catnip;  but she gets really selfish & acts like a junky or a way2cute

but somber Goth @ a festival with her pouty black lips around an N2O balloon

~~if she rolls in it & chews on it too much, she gets a drool, out of focus eyes & a tude

& the medication time music from One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest begins piping-in from th trees to provide her a lil levity via elevator music & ellipticals of dancing mice on a background of local skies & flora & fauna.  :o)

The shaded black mulch under an Arborvitae near the cedar cypress & junipers.

The micro-aviary (feeder/Planters/birdbath/general bird hangout) for obvious reasons.

The weight bench in the garage, on our chests, while were pushing reps.

The woods, the perimeter of the woods & the ragtag bunch she hangs with sometimes.

Greeting us & doing the backy-scratchy dance on the concrete slab when we pull up.

For a time, our boys thought Calicat liked sleeping in the tent with them until they watched how many pinhole patches I had to put on the tent floor one aggravated Sunday. 

Coming in & sniffing around the house.

Turn-offs: 

Weasels & Moles  (As if wielding th great Excalibur, she kicks their butts

but then leaves the blessed carrion sustenance for the raccoons later.)

Belly rubs;  unless you dont mind her latching a bear hug onto your soon to be a pinhole-bloodied nub with all claws imbedded & no conscience whatsoever. 

Dont try this @ home.

Catnip, for a few days after shes been stoned [roped] on the stuff for an afternoon.

(Practicing moderation, maybe.)

Rain, period.

Going without eating for a day.  This makes her manic as all hello.

Getting herself locked in the garage for the night pizzez er off to no end.