ah, a feline job applicant.

One of the neighborhood cats must have heard about the abundance of mice in our house, because it paid us a visit to see about the open Mouser position we had advertised in the Cat Bugle.  It showed up on our porch right when Robin let the dogs out this afternoon.  Unlike the unlucky raccoon, it was quick and agile enough to climb up into the rafters at the sight of our little demon dogs, and it was unharmed.

Robin took the dogs back inside, and I coaxed the cat down with some sweet-talking and a bowl of tuna.  It turned out to be an obvious domestic feline: well-fed, healthy-looking, and quite affectionate once it got over its near-death experience.  We locked the dogs up in my office, and left both the front door and the main house entrance open, to give it the option of either escape, or employment at Castle Frostbite.  It chose the former option, but only after much meow-ing and longing head-rubbing on various corners.  I guess it couldn’t get over the lingering scent of dachshund, and it figured that the risks far outweighed the rewards of the Mouser job.

(Had it chosen to stay at the Castle for any length of time, we would have put up a notice at the local vet’s office for a found feline, and placed notices in the mailboxes of our neighbors.  It wasn’t wearing a collar, but it definitely belonged to someone, as it was too friendly and well-fed to be a stray or feral cat.)

I’m kind of bummed it chose to wander on.  It was a pretty mackerel tabby—tapering longitudinal stripes like a skunk, only black on greenish-brown, and lovely green eyes.  Maybe I should pay the nearest NHSPCA shelter a visit sometime.

11 thoughts on “ah, a feline job applicant.

  1. Lissa says:

    Ahhhhh, yes🙂 Every pack of demon dogs needs a mascot!

  2. Tam says:

    Robin took the dogs back inside, and I coaxed the cat down with some sweet-talking and a bowl of tuna.

    You obviously minored in Feline Psych.

    You’ll be interested to know that ever since Mittens went to the Great Catnip Patch In The Sky, Rannie has taken to running to the door to greet me, tail wagging, whenever I come in from outdoors.

    She obviously spent her formative years around a Golden Retriever and Catdog.

  3. Kristopher says:

    Have the Dachs raise a kitten … should be amusing.

  4. LabRat says:

    You can always window-shop at Petfinder. Just sayin.

  5. williamthecoroner says:

    I still think a Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest cat would do well at Castle Frostbite. And they’re both big enough not to take any wienerdog shit.

  6. Leadhead says:

    Now that you fed the cat the odds are good he’ll be back.
    From my experience cats are always on the lookout for
    an easy mark. Sadly, many cats seem to loose interest in
    being mousers when they’re to well fed.

  7. Cats will also mouse when they’re bored even if they aren’t hungry. It’s the definitive refutation of the old “man is the only animal that kills for sport” trope.

    • Marko Kloos says:

      Our dachshunds weren’t interested in eating that raccoon, either…

    • kneil says:

      I suspect any meat eater with a brain advanced enough to play will hunt.

      A better aphorism would be man is the only animal that whines about hunting (for sport or other wise).

      • perlhaqr says:

        A better aphorism would be man is the only animal that whines about hunting (for sport or other wise).

        HAHAHAHAAHAHA!

        ++

        This is totally my response the next time someone gives me that asshat line. 🙂

  8. Jumblerant says:

    Our feline interlopers last week were a lot more frightened, I guess they know the wife! A few shouts on her part and they were out of the house faster than you can say ‘give fleas to the baby’.

    Sadly my Chicagoan wife grew up in a household with one goldfish and 5 kids so she never really got to know how lovely and loving animals can be.

    I’m working on it . . .

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