An Cat Dubh – (English: “The Black Cat”)
This is not the cat that adopted us. This beautiful creature is who we refer to as “The Black Cat”
This cat was here when we arrived at our RV resort. She was dwelling around an elder couple in a really sweet pusher motor home. Their names were Ray and Myrna. Good folk to be sure. They happened to be “Winter Texans” so they had left to go back to Iowa around the last week of March. Interestingly enough, this cat has chosen to remain in the same spot. Is she awaiting Ray and Myrna’s return?
Into the heart and with and unconditional concern for this little soul, someone else came along, rented this spot, and has been giving her fresh water and food ever since 🙂
This is one silly Dat. No wonder I was chosen by this soul. In our present and not-so-sane world, us silly beings have got to stick together.
So here’s the story behind this photograph…
As I explained in an earlier post of mine, this cat navigates these Coastal Oaks around us like he owns them. The other day he climbed up one of them to scope out a bird. He got way the heck up there and just sat there on his backside with his tail hanging over the branch. The thought of “What a cool picture this would be” crossed my mind. So just as quickly as possible, I rushed inside to grab my case and ready my Rebel for some action. While getting everything prepped, I already knew that by the time I headed back outside, the little turd wouldn’t be sitting there anymore. Sure enough and as I was regrettably thinking, there he was sitting in the grass at the base of the tree. I looked at him and said, “You get back up there! I was going to take another picture of you so I can blog about you and your silliness some more.”
I did happen to coax him back up the tree just to the lowest branch base where he turned around and struck this pose for me. I’ll tell you what… Just like the majority of cats, this one fits into the “I’m just a goober” category quite well 🙂
We didn’t necessarily want a pet, but this silly cat adopted us. So without further ado… May I now introduce ‘Clip’ to you? Do you now find yourself wondering why we decided to name him Clip? Just take a gander at the top of his left ear and you’ll understand 🙂
Apparently, someone that had stayed here in the past left this cat behind when they decided to move on. This leads me to believe that he was partially raised by the local squirrels. You should see this little bugger climb and move about in these coastal oaks like he owns them. It is quite the sight to see.
He’s not allowed inside our trailer, but I did buy a plastic tub and a blanket from that wall-to-wall store to construct him some kind of a shelter. At the time of his selection to own/adopt us, we happened to be facing a blast of arctic air. I didn’t want the little guy to get cold for Pete’s sake. About nine and a half bucks later, this little predator had a nice little warm home of his own.
We refer to him as a Dat, not a Cat. Why? Simply because he follows us around like a dog when we go on our walks around here. People see this funny sight and ask things like, “Walkin’ the Cat?” -or- “Is that your cat? We see it following you everywhere you go.” It’s simply a sight that one would have to witness themselves to completely understand.
He has finally got his internal ‘feeding time clock’ fairly well adjusted. It rarely fails… He’s right there at our doorstep in the morning and in the late afternoon. Sometimes the weekends throw him off depending on our schedule. On some Saturday’s she has to go in and on others, she does not. It all boils down to whether we get to sleep in or not. That’s okay though… He keeps his tummy full in between our offerings eating moths, June bugs, and who knows what else he might be consuming.
He is a little bit of a troublemaker but a awesome cat nonetheless. We often find ourselves wondering what to do with him if and when we decide to move our RV somewhere else. I’m fairly sure someone around here would keep him full of love as well as food. We certainly do! 🙂