
I'm waiting...and waiting...and waiting...
I sit here each day, swishing my tail, patiently waiting. I just know there will be a moment when that orange striped cat comes out of the goat lady’s truck bumper. I just know it!
August 20, 2009 by Mary Humphrey

I'm waiting...and waiting...and waiting...
I sit here each day, swishing my tail, patiently waiting. I just know there will be a moment when that orange striped cat comes out of the goat lady’s truck bumper. I just know it!
Our Siamese housecat, Tang Tang, escaped one day when our handyman, Sean, came in to build sturdy shelving in our kitchen pantry. She dashed underneath his truck and crawled up into the still warm engine block. It was coldish outside so Tang Tang settled into the warm space. She stayed and stayed and stayed. When Sean got in his truck to go home, Tang Tang was still in the engine block. He started the motor, put the truck in reverse, and heard THUMP, THUMP THUMP! By the time he’d put the truck back into park and popped the hood, poor Tang Tang was a torn up mess. He took her straight to the vet where she remained in intensive care for several days. She survived, but it was months and months before the fur patches she lost grew back in. I sure wish she’d been as interested in the bumper end of the truck than the engine block. Cats are weird, but ya gotta love em.
What is it with cats and vehicles? From napping on the engine to the top of a tire. But this is the first time I’ve heard of in the bumper. That cat has definitely found a hiding place.
Oh, and nice truck by the way. I love my Ford truck, too!
Cats are so funny. I miss mine terribly. Had to give her away because I became allergic.
Cats! They sure do provide endless hours of joy and comfort, entertainment…a little frustration, and music to my heart and soul, purrs! I never cease being surprised at what will capture a cat’s rapt attention. How long did these cats stare at the bumper?
Kathy, the yellow tabby cat has stared into the bumper since he was old enough to wander out of the barn 8 months ago. He stares into my truck bumper each time I park in the barn driveway. The only thing that draws him away, and it is my way of making sure nobody is in the engine, or sitting on a wheel, is the pouring of the goat milk as I leave the barn. I count the kittens as they gather at the bowl and then I leave! Quickly before they are finished lapping the milk up.
Delores, I bet you miss him. My barn cats are a pain at times, but they are also so much entertainment. And good mousers.
Ditto, Becky!
Alix, cats are so lucky. The darn things get into the worst situations!