This is Salix. He showed up in our yard on Canada Day in 2005 and decided it was home. We had just decided not to get a cat for various reasons, so we were intent on sending him to the pound as soon as it reopened. But by the end of the 3-day weekend he had us convinced and got to stay. I'm rather smitten with him.
He is definitely an outdoor cat and is rather fond of snow, or at least he likes it a whole lot more than rain.
Looking fondly outside. Photo by Ned Woods.
Last spring he went missing. James and I were both very sad and after a few days we figured he'd been munched by a coyote, bear or cougar. Five days later he came through the cat door at 2am. He was thin and dirty, but very happy to see us. He spent the next day alternating between eating, sleeping and being unusually affectionate.
Last year he almost never slept on this cozy chair in front of the woodstove, but this year it's proven to be a favourite spot. Until yesterday... I heard a loud crash from the kitchen and he came sprinting out. He started acting all funny, yowling and limping and hiding. I guessed that he had jumped onto the woodstove and indeed I found four little claw marks on top of it this morning. He didn't do any major damage, but I think he learned a good lesson. He's still acting a bit mopey and he refuses to go into the kitchen, let alone near the stove, so he's being fed in the living room for now.
sore paw
This is Salix. He showed up in our yard on Canada Day in 2005 and decided it was home. We had just decided not to get a cat for various reasons, so we were intent on sending him to the pound as soon as it reopened. But by the end of the 3-day weekend he had us convinced and got to stay. I'm rather smitten with him.
He is definitely an outdoor cat and is rather fond of snow, or at least he likes it a whole lot more than rain.
Looking fondly outside. Photo by Ned Woods.
Last spring he went missing. James and I were both very sad and after a few days we figured he'd been munched by a coyote, bear or cougar. Five days later he came through the cat door at 2am. He was thin and dirty, but very happy to see us. He spent the next day alternating between eating, sleeping and being unusually affectionate.
Last year he almost never slept on this cozy chair in front of the woodstove, but this year it's proven to be a favourite spot. Until yesterday... I heard a loud crash from the kitchen and he came sprinting out. He started acting all funny, yowling and limping and hiding. I guessed that he had jumped onto the woodstove and indeed I found four little claw marks on top of it this morning. He didn't do any major damage, but I think he learned a good lesson. He's still acting a bit mopey and he refuses to go into the kitchen, let alone near the stove, so he's being fed in the living room for now.
sore paw
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