I found two delicious pans this week at my second favorite thrift store:
And my favorite board game! My Grandmother had this game when I was little, my cousins and I played it for hours. I have never seen one in a thrift store so I HAD to buy it. Right?
And then on to our second hand cat. He's been lurking for months now. We fed him a while back and he disappeared for 2 weeks. I was worried for those two weeks but knew he could really have been someones cat. Nevertheless I was worried.
Then suddenly Thursday there he was meowing in bluebell field, sunning himself. I ran off to get a can of cat food, fell down and damn near broke my leg trying to get to him before he ran off. I guess I didn't need to worry he hasn't left since that day. We have left him outside for the most part because he really didn't want to come in. He has faithfully stayed here on our porch and in our garage since then.
He watched while we slaughtered the nasty rooster and turkey, interested but not in the way and NOT trying to eat anything. He watched while we reorganized the birds, again interested but not in the way. He swatted the dog a couple times but only to make sure she wasn't going to bite him. Kami, the dog simply wagged her tail and smiled.
Kami is a lovely second hand dog herself and seems to love every animal we have. Our free ranging turkeys often considered her their mama and followed her faithfully where ever she went. Last year the goose groomed her lovingly and again she smiled. She knows she has it good even when 50 pound boys try to make her pull them in the sled or she has to stay home yet again because we don't want to smell her in the truck.
Yesterday the cat finally came in the house. He'd been lying on the porch, surrounded by curious baby turkeys, studiously ignoring them. I called him in when we came home with supplies for dipnetting. He was cautious and curious. He was also hungry, we didn't realize this of course, then he stole a bag of hot dog buns from a grocery sack. This is the cat who was just moments earlier surrounded by tasty helpless turkey bites and he stole a bag of hot dog buns instead of a bird. Impressive to say the least.
So now we have a cat, named Pangur Bán after the cat from the movie Brendon and the Book of Kells. A second hand cat to hangout with our lovely thrifted dog and all the free range baby turkeys we can stand.
I have one question for anyone who has done this before: how do you train a feral cat to use a litter box? Do you need to? Do you let it in and out like a dog? How often is too often to send him out? Would we start by placing a litter box outside to use? Any advice is definitely helpful at this point.
Peace and Love--