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Neighborhood Cat Redux

When the Mild Wife and I first moved into the new Mild Abode, we had some adventures with cats. One of them seemed to be making a case for being adopted, even going so far as to sneak in while we were moving all of our furniture. The other item that caused quite a bit of snickering was that we discovered one of these cats was named "Walter," but we were unsure of this cat's gender.

Well, friends, I have updates. The show goes on, and the laughs keep on coming.

First of all, we did unravel the mystery of Walter's, erm, identity. After a little bit of eagle-eyed squinting, the Mild Wife determined that Walter's name was, in fact, appropriate. Needless to say, there was a fair bit of laughter when she reported her findings, as I knew that she'd had to get creative in order to ascertain Walter's gender. I mean, it's not like she had taken the stray cat to the vet. It's actually taken a little bit of time for us to adjust to the cat's "new" name, since we'd gotten used to referring to said cat as "Wilhemina" (see the link in the first paragraph if you missed the explanation).

The second, and, arguably, more interesting bit is that these stray cats seemed to have developed preferences. Specifically, they like the Mild Wife more than me. Now, it should be noted that other than getting Walter out of the Mild Abode, I've never done anything to these cats. Still, they are much more friendly with the Mild Wife, and she swears that they meow at her from outside the door some days. I've never had these cats do that to me.

Now, I don't think that they hate me. They've never peed on the door, and I still see a few of them around. One of them even surprised me one morning as I was walking to the car by meowing and following me for a little bit. So, they don't avoid me altogether, but I just don't see them that often. I think of it more as I get the baseline treatment, like everyone else does.

The Mild Wife just happens to get the deluxe treatment, apparently. Still, the funniest way I've ever heard the Mild Wife describe this phenomenon was, "they know when Mommy's home." It cracked me up that they made sure to show her love but I just got taken for granted. Heck, I'm pretty sure there are a bunch of stand up comedians making jokes about this.

Have I mentioned that cats make things interesting? We don't even know these, but they've provided their share of laughs. Don't ever change, Walter.
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