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I have a cat. He is not mine.
I do not feed him, but he survives.
You can find him out in my yard everyday.
Let me explain…Last year in response to our village ban on burning, I took my slate-edged fire pit and transformed it into a new art fire pit. I painted a bunch of 2" x 2"s yellow on two sides, and blue on the other two sides. The top is painted bright scarlet red. They are the color of a blazing fire. When they were dry, I took a mallet and hammered them in the center of the fire pit in a grid pattern. This is at the corner of my property so when you drive around the sticks are all blue, then all yellow. People stare at my "fire." The UPS guy says it rocks.
I painted my brown wooden bench a bright alarming orange, and one of my trees (a crabapple that never did well) a lovely blue.
That all happened early last fall.
Just before the snow began to blow, a cat showed up. He is black & white, a longhaired Persian, I think. His markings are very distinct, like those of a Guernsey cow, although they are more black with white spots and he is more white with black spots. Either way he is very graphic.
Whenever I look out the bay window, there he is, lazing on the bench, sitting regally on the slate, or just hanging out. He looks very good with the rest of the art.
My first thought was to shoo him away because I am more fond of wild birds than I am of wild cats. Actually I did try to shoo him. Off he would dash into the culvert. Still, he would return whenever I wasn't outside.
It is now April and I have grown warmhearted toward him. He looks good with my art. He has withstood the bitter cold to hang out here. I do not feed him. I have not named him. He is not mine. He spends every daylight hour here with me.
That is my cat.
