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This and That - The art of wooing
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I have made a new acquaintance. This little visitor is a juvenile black and white tuxedo cat who showed up in my back yard a few weeks ago. 

At first I thought the kitty belonged to my neighbor next door who has a tuxedo cat named Maggie. I found it odd how Maggie would look heavy and bigger some times and at other times not so much. Cats may know their name but they won’t let on because they’re really good at being a cat who doesn’t care what you’re saying. With my neighbor describing Maggie as having more black fur, I figured out the kitten was a doppelganger and that I need new glasses. 

Growing up on a dairy farm, spoiling cow dogs, raising cocker spaniel puppies and having the luck to care for several cats my fate was decided. I am a soft touch when it comes to animals.

I have brought home many a cat to live with my parents and with me. I have even raised a litter of five kittens at 10 days old when their mama would rather stay gone all the time. 

I have also found lost critters that were returned to their owners and continue to be an avid supporter of fosters and rescue groups.   

So here I go again down a familiar trail. Food and water is now a staple in the back yard that is changed out in the morning and the evening. Now kitty needs a name. 

I’ve decided to call him/her (I haven’t gotten that personal yet) Cookie. 

Again it won’t really matter and so far I’ve noted that kitty responds to “you’re OK” more than Cookie.

At this point I know my mom is saying under her breath “that cat is not coming out here” and “you don’t need another pet.” We’ve covered this territory many times. I won’t take the cat to my parents and I won’t bring it inside. I will continue to take care of it where it is.

Cookie is super friendly rubbing the back fence, rolling around on the grass when I sit close by and purring loudly. The little one wants to trust but it’s still not sure of me. I admire that caution even though I can tell it would love a head scratch and be an instant lovebug.

Wooing of course started with food. We have progressed to slow blinks and a couple of nose boops to my extended hand. I speak softly with praise and encouragement. Now we have to have patience while trust builds. 

My goal is to get Cookie friendly enough to go to the vet. A health check and spay/neuter is definite. If all goes well I will find this gem a wonderful home here or through Feral Feline Friends of East Tennessee. 

My mom has a birthday coming up. Maybe she would love to have Cookie. Just kidding!?

Standard reporter Jennifer Woods can be reached at 473-2191.