No, really, I am--just ask my kids. As a mom, I am fixated on making sure everyone has at least one friend--it's key to survival. Feeling blue? Call a friend. Rough patch at school? Hang with your friend. Bully getting you down? Make sure you got a friend nearby at all times. It's the cure-all, I tell ya. I'm even happy when the fish and the frogs have friends--it's that important.
Hobbes has a new friend--it's some black cat that comes over to sit on the driveway at night. Hobbes loves to go out there and just sit with him. They don't fight or nuthin', they just hang out. It's kinda weird and not very "cat-like." Typically, stranger cats fight--or at least makes all sorts of sounds like they are gonna, but not these two. They like to just sit and look at each other...well, and other stuff like cars going past or people walking their dogs.
We came home from somewhere the other night and as I walked into the house, Joe says he hears some cat meowing out on the driveway. I went out to see all the ruckus and sure enough, it's Hobbes' friend--just sitting there meowing at us. Didn't run or nuthin'--just sat there, by the car meowing.
Hmmmmm.
So, I let Hobbes out to go do his cat-thing with his buddy....and there they sat...just looking at each other....and other stuff as well.
For over an hour.
Okay, so now it is time for Hobbes to come in, and he doesn't want to. Apparently Cat Friend is too cool and Hobbes is a) wanting to keep hanging out or b) afraid to walk past Cat Friend to go into the house or c) doesn't want Cat Friend to think he's a wuss and is freezing his butt off and wants to get back into his basket by the fireplace. I'm going with "b"--Hobbes was scared to walk past Cat Friend.
So, now, there I am...out on the front porch (in my jammies) trying to coax Hobbes past Cat Friend to come into the house. To no avail. Cat Friend wanted to come into the house, but not Hobbes.
Cat Friend was all over me like ants on sugar. Oh, he rubbed his face on my legs, give me a whiskery head-bump, and meowed his pleas for me to be his new bestest friend ever. He was sweet as pie...all the while Hobbes sat under Joe's car fuming. But does he come out? Nope.
Damn.
I continued on with this silliness for another hour--me running out to "save" Hobbes, but I was just being schmoozed by Cat Friend--the nicest cat in the world. Almost made me want to leave the Orange Stripey outside and grab this cuddle-button for my own. But I didn't. I thought about it, but I didn't. In the end, I had to distract Cat Friend with a love fest by the front door while Joe convinced Hobbes to come in through the garage.
Now, whenever I open the door, Hobbes is looking for his buddy. And I have to admit....I'm sorta looking for him too. It's good to have friends, you know? Everyone needs at least one--even the cat.
18 comments:
Tales of the Urban Adventurer. Yes, it's good to have a friend. Even for us old fossils. Right Vanilla?
Too right, Chuck and Lin. Without a friend, life would be without friendship. (Am I thinking clearly, or what?)
Cat Friend sounds very sweet! And aren't you lucky, Lin, that he's not scared of humans in the least?! And even luckier that Hobbes and he are not fighting! He must've grown up around humans. Any idea where he's from?
Perhaps cat friend would like an inside home? I love the photo you posted because when I clicked on it the big version shows the cats just glaring at the photographer - cracked me up - the ole evil cat eye...
Just wait until black cat tells all of his homies just how great Hobbes' place is to chill at. Yeah, we'll see who has the cool mom then!
The cat before me usually fought off stange cats... but one day my human caught her playing kitty games with one! Totally unlike her usually-fiesty demeanor.
You know you have a new cat now, right?
That's how it works.
THEY find you.
Better figure out a better name than Cat Friend.
That is such a great story. And it is great that they are sorta friends. Hobbes probably doesn't know what to do with his new friend and he might be a little afraid of the new guy. I think all our blogging friends are the best.
Your lucky your cat friend is friendly! Our driveway cat, not so much. Loves to come eat but I couldn't touch him with a 10 foot pole. My guys like to sit inside and watch him, but they're not inviting him over that's for sure.
Yours does not sound feral like mine. Hope he's healthy for all your sakes.
I hate to admit it but Jerry's got a point there....lol
Having a good friend really is a wonderful thing. I'm glad Hobbes got a good pal he can count on! :)
xo Catherine
I would've brought Cat Friend in since I'm a sucker for a cuddle bug! Hope he has a home though.
Chuck--You gotta have just one--that's all you need. Any more than that is just a bonus. :)
Vanilla--I consider myself lucky in the company of you two. :)
Duni--I'm guessing he belongs to someone in the 'hood and just comes over to visit us. He's not here all the time, but I see him every so often. He is well-fed, friendly, and clean--I'm guessing he is not a stray. Too friendly for that.
Grace--I think he has a home--he was too sweet and too nicely kept to be an orphan. I think Grace and Hobbes don't want anyone to see them hanging out together, hence the evil eye. :)
Fish--I was careful NOT to give snacks--that's the key. A nice visit is good, but if you provide snacks, the party is over--You'll have a swarm of kitties before you know it!
Sparkle--Yeah, I don't know why they tolerate this guy, but they do. Hobbes just got mad when Cat Friend went over to head bump him.
Patty--Hahaha! No, I think he belongs to someone around here--he was too sweet and well-fed to be a stray. Plus he wanted to come in the house--something strays are usually leery to do. Haven't seen him in awhile...whew!
DJ--He seemed healthy and definitely a pet. I think he lives around here and just comes over every now and then for a visit. That's good as long as they don't fight. He kept going by Hobbes to head-bump him--but Hobbes wasn't big on that. Yours sounds scary.
Ann--The key is not to provide snacks, Ann. No food = no stay.
Catherine--Isn't it nice that he has a friend?! And mom approves of him yet too--it's a win-win!
Beaded Tail--Ohhhhh, no! He was NOT coming in! Grace is too old and I think it would freak her out. He seemed really well cared for, although he was not fixed. I think he has a home--he was too cuddly not to have someone who loves him.
Very funny! I'm glad Hobbes has a friend to hang with. Maybe Cat Friend could come hang with our Barn Kitty so he quits sitting on the porch at 3 AM whining! ;)
cute. Yes everyone needs at least one. xo
Nice that Hobbes found a friend but I don't get why he was afraid to pass the cat to come inside if they are friends. Maybe Hobbes was hoping you would let his friend in too?
Your Hobbes is a dog trapped in a cat body, or something. Strange cat story.
Very true, Lin! Can you imagine a life without friends?
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