This is Gingermutt, often abbreviated in writing to G’mutt, the alley cat who adopted us a little over 12 months ago. On weekends I’m slower at getting out to feed him so he hops up here to see what’s going on.
Why are they inside and I’m still out here? He does get to come inside but he doesn’t really enjoy it. He hates the feel of carpet on his paws so he sits on the mat by the front door. He purrs really loudly while looking longingly outside. ..
I don’t think he was the brightest one of the litter. He has to *see* us put food in his bowl to believe there’s any there. He will never wander to the bowl just to see. If I’m rushing off to work and meet him along the footpath I have to come back to show him his waiting breakfast. And when I say “show him” I have to put my finger in the bowl and wriggle the biscuits about. If I’m gone before he turns up the biscuits will still be in the bowl when I get home – on the few occasions they aren’t I assume another cat ate them!
Occasionally I’ll find him out on the back deck – but he’s so stupid he doesn’t realize he’s visiting the same people. He runs off as soon as the door’s opened. It doesn’t matter if I’m talking to him, he really doesn’t seem to recognize me or my voice. Obviously I turn into a witch traveling from the front door to the back one! Gingermutt is a great hunter of mice and rats (I’ll spare you a photo 🙂 suffice to say it can be unpleasant to clean up. Good thing I’m a country girl.) He delivers his gifts to the steps . We share the stoop with a neighbour who absolutely hates cats and many, many times I find gifts on her little path or steps. He’s trying to win her over – but she’ll never know because I’m up before her and steal her presents away.
and I’m really quite attached to you even though I think you’re a bit stupid.