Not Cat’s pink nose nearly made me call him Rudolph, and as of today he has another yuletide dimension; bells. Plural. Up until yesterday he had one bell. I bought some more thinking to attach them to his collar to warn the birds. But he has become a two-bell cat for his own safety, not that of the birds.
The warm weather we were having (note, were, it’s arctic out there tonight) has meant more open windows and proof that Not Cat has a fine disregard for trespassing laws.
My ground floor neighbour found him in her, fortunately empty, bath yesterday morning. he knew he shouldn’t be there and scrambled back out of the window as soon as she walked in, although normally he’s very friendly to her. So friendly that she is going to be the person designated to look after him should anything ghastly happen to me.
Admittedly I laughed when she told me, but it’s not really funny. He could get shut in somewhere and starve to death; he could meet some nasty people who would have every right to be annoyed with him.
So the extra bell is to alert people that he is about. My neighbour didn’t hear him climb through her window. If he is scared and hides, he could so easily be locked in without means of escape.
I can’t exactly demand that all my neighbours keep their windows shut, so I have to hope for the best, he’s not going to be an indoor cat. He’s outside right now in the rain because he wants to be.
But it makes me anxious, so if anyone has any bright ideas, please share! I’d prefer Curiosity Killed the Cat to remain the name of a band featuring a bunch of public schoolboys, and an aphorism, not a fact applied to Not Cat.