I used to have an indoor ginger and white tabby with outside playpen called Arnold who liked beating up the two dogs, climbing the Christmas tree, beating me up, playing with pencils & pens, and tug of war with oven mitts and also his fishing pole toy. I used to walk him around the yard while he ate grass hoppers. He was 17 1/2 when I lost him. Now I just put out food and water for homeless kitties. And I've de-sexed most of the females. Cats are wonderful. I think some people don't like them as they don't take sh*t, are not pack animals and are independent. My Mum & Dad had a female rescue cat called Hamish who disappeared for 6 months then one day came walking up the back steps to their home. She knew where the best place was.
