“Ah, welcome back. While you were away, I inspected your home and noticed that your living room needed dusting, your upstairs carpeting had not been vacuumed, and there was a large buildup of bread crumbs beneath your refrigerator.”
Via Imgur. (“I live by the beach and this little guy just popped by for a visit.”)
Why don’t I get cute visitors?
I had a cat once follow me up the stairs and he clearly wanted to come in to visit (or stay), but unfortunately I couldn’t let him. I hope he had a person and found his way home.
I’ve acquired cats that way twice. Both times, fantastic pets.
Our first cat showed up in our driveway when I was a senior in college. He was there in the morning when my parents left for work and again when they got home (not sure if he hung around all day; it was during my winter break so I was home, but I didn’t see him until after they got home and told me about him). My mom took pity on him when it snowed a couple days later and put out a box with some old towels on the porch. Then she started feeding him. She put an ad in the paper but no one claimed him (a couple people offered to take him if she didn’t find the owner, though). Eventually she took him to the vet and got him checked out (he was fixed and was clearly used to people, so I don’t know if someone dumped him or if he just got lost or what). Over the next several weeks he went from not being allowed in the house when no one was home to not being allowed out of the house when no one was home. We had him for seven years.
This one that followed me up the stairs was very pretty and seemed sweet, but not knowing where he came from I wasn’t going to risk it. I felt bad, though. I haven’t seen him since.
It’s all the fish on that door mat !
Ha! Didn’t even notice that? Too blinded by teh qte!
I didn’t catch the pattern either! Well, now that explains everything!
I guess he wanted to “Go to the school”
*Ducks*
A sweet little pit bull named Duke from down the street used to jump all the intervening fences (about six, but there were all wire fences that weren’t too tall) and come to our house to see if Isaac, our yellow lab, could come out and play. Because we couldn’t put a dog door into that house without it costing six fortunes (concrete block wall), we just left the deck door open a few inches for Isaac to go in and out. So I’d turn around and there would be Duke, smiling happily at me. And he and Isaac would go outside and play together for *hours.* He was a very sweet boy — I really enjoyed his surprise visits!
Had a random pibble show up in my back yard once. But my roommates and I just had cats, who inflated most menacingly and glared through the glass door.
“Inflated most menacingly”. Wonderfully accurate description.
Just found out I’m bird sitting Cricket for the weekend. Looking forward to it. I haven’t seen him in several months.
Is it wrong for me to want to stroke that seal? Would he approve?
I remember a baby…walrus? Elephant seal? I can’t remember. Anyway, apparently the young ones are very tactile, and genuinely need a certain amount of cuddling. One of the designated cuddlers compared it to “snuggling a very obese man in a velour jumpsuit that smells faintly, almost pleasantly, like the sea.”
So basically seal stroking is not only not wrong, it’s mandatory.
“…and someone ate all your herring snacks. But that was before I arrived.”
“Also, somebody might have peed in the hallway, but I’m not naming any names.”
All I get are poisonous toads and wasps. Once in a while, a cute skunk family, but nothing like this seal ever comes visit me. *pouts*