I’ve been posting over on Facebook about a recent rash of criminal trespassing in the neighboorhood. Trespassing and breaking and entering committed by a cat. And she is #NotMyCat.
#NotMyCat “officially” lives two houses down. According to her owner, the cat’s given name is Case.
#NotMyCat has a wandering eye and has been cruising the neighborhood for the better part of six years. She takes advantage of the buffet of snacks available from house to house. The cat has been content to live a nomadic lifestyle until a few months ago.
For some reason, one that she has yet to confess, #NotMyCat has established our home as her base. Over time, she’s gotten bolder and frankly, brazen in her attachment to our place. She keeps other cats away, performs remedial mousing duties, and climbs to the second-floor roof to peek inside at the humans.
At first, #NotMyCat would wait for us in the driveway to greet our arrival, or meet us in the back and watch the yard work from a comfortable sunny perch.
Then came entry. #NotMyCat figured out how to use the small dog door (Which I should add, the Corgi doesn’t like to use) and nest in the laundry room. She’s fond of a canvas tote we use to recycle plastic bags.
There is absolutely no attitude
Then came the outright invasion. I found #NotMyCat sleeping in the upstairs guest room. She was a bit put out that I had disturbed her beauty sleep.
Followed by the take over of the family room chair. Apparently, if you face away #NotMyCat believes you can’t see her.
You can’t see me
#NotMyCat is ferocious and makes her expectations clear. She’ll swat at you when you walk by if you fail to acknowledge her presence. She’s knocked over my coffee and spilled books on the floor. When you take a break and sit, it won’t take a minute until #NotMyCat finds you and pins you down. The Corgi (whose watchdog skills are in serious question at this point) isn’t all too thrilled with this furry little interloper joining us on walks.
Walking with a cat is demeaning
The thing is–the owner knows where the cat is. The neighbor handles the vet care and all that while #NotMyCat just goes where she wants. And right now that is in my lap when I’m trying to read.
Get to the part with the mouse
I’ve come to a small agreement with #NotMyCat. I will allow her to come and go (while claiming no ownership of said cat) if she’ll promote my book.
She was even recognized at a recent book signing event at Book Passage in Corte Madera with her own customized perch.
Reserved for #NotMyCat
#NotMyCat has been trying to make her “Case” that she is my cat. She isn’t. Others out there on Facebook have taken up her call: