Moggley
Motley coat, sturdy body, leaf green eyes.
Nicknames: Mama San.
How she came to me: For awhile I discouraged her, seeing the yard as Southern Crosses territory, and fending off all comers. But every now and then she would sneak threw the back yard, on her secret journeys. She belonged to the people who lived directly behind me, I eventually discovered.
When Southern Cross died, I had begun feeding her, but as Raistlin the poodle had come to stay by then, she still didn't become a house cat, though I think she would have dearly loved to be one. The lady who claimed to be the owner spoke of her husband's dogs, and how they scared the cat out of the yard.
I began to see Moggley more and more. She liked to sunbathe on the drive, and perch on the porch. Then one day I talked to the people over the fence, and they knew nothing about a motley cat. The people who had owned her had moved house and abandoned her. How could they? I still can not see how someone could do that. It's such a cold and callous thing to do.
Moggley liked to snuggle with the dogs, or tease them by sitting on the fence and looking down. In winter, there was a veritable pyramid of pets, Ice below, Fire in the middle, and Moggley snug on top. If only they would have let me take a picture of this! It is soooo cute.
The front verandah was evenly divided between herself and BlackJack. He wandered up some time after Raistlin was re-housed, and Kismet and Cinnabar came to stay. They occasionally banded together to see off invaders, other cats and dogs. Together they were the outdoor cats, and often sat and played cat chess with the indoor cats through the windows. The abandoned doghouse (that I brought originally for the geese, and is 'way' to small for the dogs) is Black Jacks nesting spot. I have seen them curl up together there. Sociability indeed!
Her worst habit was to escort cars into the drive by walking slowly in front of them. She sometimes does this to me starting several feet down the road from my drive. IE she was walking 'down the middle of a busy road'. Naughty girl. She worried me.
She was already de sexed, with a tattoo on her ear to prove it, when I met her. There are several cats in my neighborhood with the same look as her, so she may well have been a mother before hand. Or there may be a virile tom around perhaps?
J
