TinyE Has Connections

So, while our cat Eliot is staying with our extended family up in Ithaca (thanks Kim and Kev!) we have been a little heartbroken here without our animals.  Our little gray lovie has been missed and it's almost like (although I don't really know) those ghost feelings you have when an arm has been amputated.  I think he is here when I get home or when I sit down on the couch I am expecting him to jump on my lap.  Apparently there is some sort of feline network, I like to think of it like a long game of telephone, which our cat has used to send some kitty love our way.  Our new house comes complete with a neighborhood cat, Fooky (actually, it's Spooky but Josie calls him/her Fooky).  Fooky showed up while we were signing our lease.  He/she (this is going to get tedious, let's just assume Spooky is a boy because that is what Eliot would want) ran right up to Sophie and rubbed against her leg.  She loved it!  Josie on the other hand tried to chase Fooky and he ran off. 

Since that day, Fooky has been showing up regularly during the day to lay in the sun on our deck.  He will sit at our back door and wait until someone takes notice then rub against the window, tempting the girls to come out and play with him.  I think he knows that once they are lured out, I will follow and if that happens, he's likely to get a treat.  We bought some wet cat food when we heard that the previous owners fed the kitty now and again.  I like to think of Fooky as our local "Tramp" from Lady and the Tramp.  He wakes up and decides where he will head today.  Or perhaps he gets fed in the morning across the street then once the older kids go to school he heads our way for a little attention and a treat.  Then it's off to our elderly neighbors house for a visit indoors or maybe to help her with hanging out her wash.  I also like to imagine him dining on some chicken bones behind the our Indian Take Away restaurant, or maybe the butcher leaves some treats out some nights.

Fooky does show up every evening trying to get in the door.  Thank goodness the girls are already in bed because it would break their little hearts to have him begging to get in.  We were airing the house out the other evening as it had been hot that day and was a bit stuffy when we heard a loud Meow and looked over to see that Fooky had entered and announced himself.  He was ushered out but it was quite cute seeing him stroll in.  He's definitely patched a very sensitive wound we all have living here on the other side of the world.  Thanks Eliot for pulling some strings.