Welcome to the Neighborhood!
Our neighbors at our new house all seem friendly. Or at least, cautiously friendly. We haven’t really talked to anyone yet, mostly because we only come to the house to work. But everyone I see, I wave to, or they wave to me, and the wave returns along with a happy “hello!”
Actually, we were officially welcomed by #4 in the form of a card, which is super sweet. I am, however, slightly shy, so I haven’t gone over to introduce myself yet. I figure once we actually have moving trucks and cars parked overnight, we’ll all feel a bit more comfortable introducing ourselves.
But the best welcome so far has been from the neighborhood’s official feral cat. We’ve seen her around quite a bit, even while we were looking at the house before we made an offer. We were initially afraid that she might, you know, come with the house. But it seems she doesn’t have a collar, and when Mike tried to approach her, she bolted in that “I hate people!” kind of way.
Anyway, yesterday while I was talking to a slightly over-pushy gutter salesman/estimator, he pointed something out to me. It wasn’t the slope of the roof (though he commented on that later). It wasn’t the fact that there are two layers of shingles on the roof (though he commented on that earlier). It was the mouse. The dead mouse. Sitting square in the middle of the first cement block after the front stoop.
I feel as though we have now officially been welcomed to the neighborhood by the official welcome wagon – the feral kitty.
You are the new humans who will be feeding me, yes? Therefore I pay tribute to you in the form of dead mices!
Meooooowwwwrrr!
:D
I imagine the lady who lived at our house before us probably put out plates of tuna fish. It seems appropriate.
Either that or milk.
Mmmm… milk… I wonder if the kitty would accept skim milk, though. I hate that fatty milk tongue coating feeling.
my other kitties liked any form of milk I put down for ‘em.