Cats, Cat Fights and More Stuff about Cats

Where I live in Covington, there are a lot of spray cats. Sometimes at night, I hear them fighting, like this morning. I’ve been up since four.

I can’t remember—are the tom cats the ones who get into fights? Is it because of a female cat that’s in heat? Are they fighting over her? Those questions are on my mind as I sit here and drink my coffee.

Growing up on a farm, we had cats everywhere, mostly outdoor cats. Later in the move to the big city, I owned some indoor cats. Dorey lived to be very old, so did Phoebe. I’ve written about both in my CityBeat column. Both of them were like family to me. Dorey died first, then Phoebe, but when they were together, they also would fight from time to time, or was it playing? Sometimes I couldn’t tell.

My daughter and boyfriend have two cats, and so does my son. They got their cats when they were kittens and don’t mind the fact they’re now full grown. Cat people are like this.

My son has a large house and has no problem with finding a space for a litter box. My daughter and her boyfriend’s cats are both toilet trained. No, that’s not of them in the image at the top of this post.

It’s been about four years since I’ve owned a cat and I think about getting one from time to time. Maybe I’ll take in one of those sprays from outside. I can still hear them fighting.

(Image found on Google)