A strange cat has just climbed into my bedroom

[Jjacobb]

I'm in bed happily reading my book and a cat has just climbed through the window and settled down on my feet.
Neither of our neighbours have a cat. I have no idea where it's from.
It's a very pretty cat so I think I will let it stay, at least until dh comes up and throws it out.

I love this - this is not my cat! Haha

@Toddlerteaplease not. My. Cat

[quote QueenOllie]@Toddlerteaplease not. My. Cat [/quote]
No. He’s not your cat

Your his human

@QueenOllie

This is not my cat

🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂

I once went into the bathroom and there on the window cill was a beautiful big ginger cat. I carried him outside, said goodbye and never saw him again.

@QueenOllie

He does! I scanned him for a microchip after he had been loitering around a while. He lives about 1/2 a mile away but his owners have children who annoy him and no cat flap so he's shut outside 24/7

He must love your place! Sounds like he has found a sanctuary....

My neighbour accross the street from me, has a cat that drops in for visits when my cat's out (mine gets very jealous), thankfully both spayed females so no peeing to mark their territory (indoors anyway). My tiny kitchen window is always open for my cat, so she comes in that way.

Enjoy your new friend I don't feed my little furry visitor, but a few times a week she sits in my sink and cries until I turn the mixer tap on, then gives herself a sort of mini shower lol (yet mine hates all water unless it's in her water dish). Sometimes she joins me for a cat nap on the sofa, but she's usually just happy to sit on the floor and watch me faff about tidying etc.

The odd time she sits on my windowsill in the living room, to watch the world go by. It must be strange for her owner to arrive home or be on her way out, and see it sitting there. She knows now it can come and go, and I haven't catnapped her, after she called to see if it was here one night, and I brought her in and opened the kitchen door, to show her it sitting crying in the sink, with the window open behind).

@Trisolaris I love the cat/prawn. Wishing a speedy recovery.

@QueenOllie 'Not my cat' is the best!

@Magnificentbeast here are the pair of idiot cats
https://www.facebook.com/olliebobcpl/videos/2585239891738101/

@VenusClapTrap

My grandparents stole a beautiful Siamese in this manner. Although actually, I think it was the Siamese who stole my grandparents.

If they live in York, she was mine

LunaNorth it was actually near-ish to York, about thirty years ago. Her name was Blossom and they loved her very much. Her real owners had inherited her, but they had other cats, and a dog, which Blossom despised. So she spent her days with my grandparents (in their overheated house) and was turfed out to go home at night. Her owners knew exactly what she was up to, and would send Christmas cards to my grandparents, signed “Blossom”. How funny if that was you!

They had a succession of stolen cats; throughout my childhood there was always someone else’s cat making itself at home in their house. Even on my grandmother’s literal death bed, a visiting cat used to turn up, sneak upstairs and curl up on her feet, to the horror of the district nurse. “It’s not ours!” my grandfather would protest, helplessly.

But Blossom was the best.

My grandmother training the next generation to steal cats, back in the 1950s. A tradition my mother cheerfully continued.

Manchester Airport used to have its very own cat, called Olivia. Unusually for a female cat, she was ginger. That is probably how it was initially assumed she was a he and was called Oliver to begin with. Olivia lived in a cat bed outside the entrance to Olympic House (between Terminals 1 and 3) for many years. She is no longer with us.

@VenusClapTrap

LunaNorth it was actually near-ish to York, about thirty years ago. Her name was Blossom and they loved her very much. Her real owners had inherited her, but they had other cats, and a dog, which Blossom despised. So she spent her days with my grandparents (in their overheated house) and was turfed out to go home at night. Her owners knew exactly what she was up to, and would send Christmas cards to my grandparents, signed “Blossom”. How funny if that was you!

They had a succession of stolen cats; throughout my childhood there was always someone else’s cat making itself at home in their house. Even on my grandmother’s literal death bed, a visiting cat used to turn up, sneak upstairs and curl up on her feet, to the horror of the district nurse. “It’s not ours!” my grandfather would protest, helplessly.

But Blossom was the best.

What a lovely story, but sadly, not me.

I was abandoned by a Siamese called Willow, who I like to think left in high dudgeon after we got a dog.

I hope she went somewhere lovely like your grandparents’ house, although I never did find out what happened to her.

That is a beautiful photo, Venus

We always had cats as kids (and I still do as an adult) but I've never had a white cat. Apart from 'Whitey the Magic Cat' who would visit us every single time we were off poorly from school. Whitey the Magic Cat would come in, and settle down on the special quilt that we were only allowed when off sick, and leave just before 3 o'clock. It is a special memory that my sister and I treasured.

Until we twigged that we pretty much had to be at death's door to be allowed off school, and we didn't live at that house that long anyway, so it can only have happened a couple of times, and we must have exaggerated it quite a bit and built it up between us into 'legend'.

I've still never had a/nother white cat.

Thank you Zebra !

Luna there is a lesson here about mixing Siamese and dogs! They are clever cats. I’m certain Willow will have inveigled her way into a lovely home.

I found a stray cat in my shower. It was 2 in the morning. I'd been watching The Walking Dead. I asked him what he was doing... He turned around and there was a big snail on his cheek. Except it was his eye. It had exploded. Shut the shower door to keep him in and took him to vet next day. The eye was removed and I called him The Governor. He died in April of feline Aids. But, the two years I had with him felt like décades. He was the most loving cat. I had 7 cats. He knew where to come.

Zebra and French - lovely stories. It is said that animals have a sixth sense - for where they are needed or when they themselves need help.

Currently staying in a holiday cottage that doesn't allow pets, DDog most upset at not being allowed to come... open the kitchen door on our first evening to put some rubbish out.. day 3 and it's returned at every opportunity. I am not a cat person at all (dons tin hat), we leave tomorrow I'm hoping it doesn't try and follow us 150 miles home

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Just popped on to check the photos as I fully expected to see one of my cat.

He is very well fed and loved and yet can be gone for up to 18 hours sometimes (I am often seen wandering the road calling his name) and isn't hungry when he comes home. He is a well known visitor next door and next door's cats are well known visitors here too.

This is the cat who isn’t my cat, waiting impatiently for DH to feed him and playing with my actual cat’s toys. I’m pretty sure he isn’t anyone else’s cat either though as he’s still very much ‘intact’ and was scruffy as hell when he first started visiting. He’s as fat as a sausage now though so we’ve given him a worm tablet tonight and will be feeding him less, and he might find himself at the vets to have his furry balls off soon if he’s not careful!

LoungeLizardLhama, he's gorgeous. I was brought up to believe cats go thin when they need worming. Don't know if that's correct. Perhaps I should have Googled it?!

Thank you, OnCandyStripeLegs