Feline Hobo Stop

I am convinced that dumped or abandoned cats have declared our yard to be a safe haven the same way Hobos did back in the days of the Great Depression.

They wander into the yard, stay a few days and leave, but unlike Hobos, cats rarely say thanks.

We have seen at least a dozen in the past few years, and all except the star of this blog, Scooter, came, saw, ate, and departed never to be seen again.

Scooter, the orange cat, came saw, liked everything just fine thank you very much, and stayed. Going on four years now, or maybe three. Who knows, he doesn't count days either.

The little lady pictured here was a Himalayan Sealpoint. She arrived in the middle of the summer with all that fur, refused human contact, loved the food, drank the water, slept under the boardwalk and left without a goodbye.