Swishy the Kitty

 One afternoon while E and Emery were playing outside this beautiful cat came into the back yard to play. E and Em thought that playing with her was fun until someone got a bit to rough and the kitty bit E. When the girls tried to come inside the cat wanted in too. She was beyond friendly. It came bounding towards the door and that is when I freaked. I hate cats. They are pretty from a distance but they seriously freak me out. It all goes back to this cat I used to play with as a child. I went to pick her up one afternoon and she jumped up and scratched me down both sides of my face, and that was it. From then on I hated cats. But cats don't hate me. In fact they can sense my hate and distaste and they stalk/ follow me everywhere. Its horrible and outdoor cats are even worse. Clearly this kitty belonged to someone and she wanted to come in pretty badly but we shut the door thinking she wold go home... she didn't. 

 She sat outside all afternoon just a meowing away and once Jakob got home he took the kids outside to play with her again. At this point we decided that we could "keep" the kitty like Chad and Janet kept theirs. The owner would feed it and the kids would play with it when it was outside. So E named her Swishy and much to Daddy, E and Swishy's dismay, Swishy was to stay outside. 

 So she spent the night outside and sat at our back door all night. Around 10 the next morning she had gone over to the neighbors house who we assumed owned it. 

Then I looked outside and saw some animal control vans. I asked what they were catching and the neighbors said "that CAT!" Poor Swishy, from what we understood the neighbor child had been "petting" Swishy and she bit her and she bit the mom. No doubt Swishy was beyond friendly and like any cat decided when she no longer wanted to be touched by biting, so they called animal control and took her to the "bad place." 

We told E that Swishy had gone home and she was pretty upset. But Jakob was tempted to rescue her and set her free again. Poor Swishy. And that was our 48 hours as pet "owners."