a walk on the wild side with the OG a/k/a Bully Cat

The saga of Carport Kitty continues almost without interruption – she has left the warmth of her winter heating pad, forsaken the luxury cat condo we keep ready for her, sleeps under one of our cars every night instead (how weird is that?), greets me every morning at daybreak as I set off for my walk, says goodnight to me every night as she waits for her Temptations. Her friends the Black Cat with the White Chest and the Yellow Cat now known as the Orange Tabby drop in to share her yummy pate on a regular basis until my loud rants shoo them away.

turkey and giblets pate is lip smacking good

But the one constant presence that intrudes on CK’s happiness is the Original Gangster I call the Bully Cat who stalks Her Highness in search of free food to supplement his own obvious care. On any given day I may have the opportunity to share my walk with this made for TV cat.

hey, you with the cell phone – get outta my ‘hood

whatever, I got nothing for you

mind your own business – I’m on my payola patrol

moving on – get outta my way

I said get outta my way

time to take a break from my rounds

get lost, loser lesbian – this neighborhood is mine

I know you’re not still here?

ok, let’s make it official –

I’m otw home so you need to get lost!

some peeps can’t take a hint

my crib – don’t dare follow me

Of course I wouldn’t follow Bully Cat in his home turf, but I have to admit a certain fascination with the family who provides him with food, shelter and a random flea collar. Wouldn’t you be?

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Thank you for your interest in the Carport Kitty story. Unfortunately, CK remains a true urban feral calico who allows me to pet her briefly at her meals but shows signs of slowing which may be a factor of heat or of her ongoing mobility issues. She has spunk, though, so don’t count her out yet.