My New Name

I managed to declare a small piece of territory on the property of the House of Ps.  It wasn’t easy staking claim to a small bit of the yard even though the property is composed of seven plus acres.  I had to secure it from three trapped, spayed and returned sisters.  The sisters thought that they could rule an entire acre but I kept sneaking back to the same spot night after night and day after day until they finally gave up the small square.

And so I would wait every morning and again every evening, listening for the lady, who is now my mom, to call out MEOW.  I sat back from the others and as soon as they were finished I would gobble up the left over hard food.  The lady, who is now my mom, continued to watch me but didn’t approach me.  She was still trying to decide if I was feral or someone’s former pet.

Days went by and I noticed that even though the lady, who is now my mom, fed the feral cats twice every day she could not get close to them.  She did however have names for the ferals and would call out to each one in a soft voice.  I wanted the lady, who was now my mom, to call out my name.  Sadly, she did not know my name.

A new vehicle parked in the driveway and remained for an entire week bringing with it another lady and three kids.  That lady, who is now my Aunt Tina, gave me a name.  Everytime she would see me she would say, “There goes Socks.”  She named me Socks because I have four big white paws that stick out from my four black legs.

“Socks,” the name stuck.  The lady, who is now my mom, started calling it out to me as she inched closer during meal times.

Relaxing on the Couch

I love tv time with the family. My favorite shows include Call of the Wildman, My Cat From Hell and General Hospital…ssshhh don’t tell anyone about the last one…need to keep my tough cat image, MOL

This Is Now My House Too

I was hungry and I mean hungry, I think I could have eaten a mouse…

I found my way to the House of Ps about 3 1/2 years ago.  I was on my own after being dumped by my previous human.  I followed the sound of a human voice trying to speak cat, calling out Meow, Meeeooow, Meow.  I watched the lady who is now my mom, put several bowls of food down for the feral cats.  After she finished meowing, she moved about 5 feet away and cats of  all colors and sizes came running out of nowhere to the bowls.  I even watched a cat climb down from a tree.  There were about 6 of them and they ate the wet food like it was their last meal.  When the wet food was gone, they nibbled at the hard food leaving some in the dish before running back to their hiding places.  I watched the lady, who is now my mom, pick up the wet food dishes and pour the left over hard food into one bowl.

It was then that I made my move, I slowly walked over to the bowl and began to eat.  I kept one eye on the lady, who is now my mom, as I knew she was watching me.  I could tell she was wondering where I came from since I was so much bigger than the feral cats.  My tummy was still very round from eating meals at my previous house.  The lady, who is now my mom, didn’t make a move towards me but continued to watch until I finished the hard food in the dish.  She then picked up the dish and went back into the house.