I named him Simon. That’s the name I place on every cat I don’t know and I think that needs a name for me to give him. The neighbors call him “Leofritch.” So, he is Simon Leofritch.
On a cold winter’s evening, Simon came tiptoeing at my back door. He’d seen cats come and go from that door, and arrived for a closer look. The snow was blowing, the evening dusk ready to blacken the earth.
So, I put a bowl of food out there on that little stoop. Okay. Go home now. This routine went on through the cold winter nights and then into spring. Finally Simon Leofritch decided that it was time to come in (that, and I forgot to close the door). We finally had to close the door.
Simon Leofritch did not see that as an obstacle. He camped out. He came in whenever he saw the door open. I finally took him to a rescue so we could at least get the rabies shot and a neutering. I left his cat carrier out on the front porch. “For ME?” said Simon Leofritch. “Yes, for you,” I said. Old soft warm towels and a cotton bath mat for the lid (for those nice summer days) and Simon Leofritch was in heaven. He ate, he drank from the artesian well, he lounged! Every time we’d look out, there was Simon Leofritch.
Our girls do not like Simon Leofritch. They have ganged up on him and cornered him, simply because they feel cornered. We have been trying to bring him into the fold (winter is coming). They will have nothing to do with him. But we did catch them randomly sleeping on the same bed at the same time, but each time, the feline female involved was way down at the end of the bed, with all kinds of disapproval on her face!
Did I mention that Simon Leofritch may have a little spot of PTSD? He loves climbing into my lap for a little nap, but needs constant monitoring, any sudden movement he will grab you and there may be fangs involved (which is why he ends up outdoors randomly when we see feistiness and possible danger—the danger any feral cat would probably offer).
But we will deal with Simon Leofritch. He’s the cat that will not give up. He wanted a better life. What is better than a life of freedom and chasing barn mice? A life, even if the women don’t like you, indoors.
Besides, he is very photogenic!
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