Every day for about a week I gave it some lunch meat or meat scraps. By the next week I had bought a bag of cat food. Ok, ok, I was hooked. By this time the cat wouldn't leave at all. I'd open the door, there it was. We'd have 'sessions' , where I would go sit on the porch and play and pet it. I found out it was a girl cat.
The weeks went on and the bond got stronger. I started letting her in the house for a few hours a day...she liked it and din't want to go back out. After about a month of this, she was in for good, whether she liked it or not.
Her names are many; Originally Madame Wooh, my daughter called her Baby Beep one day, and once, the slip of the tongue emitted Baby Beece, so we started calling her Beece, or, as she likes it, The Beece. She is also known as Low Walker Dirty Talker (as is on her Vet certificate when she went to get spayed), Crapshoes, Bean, Beaniuos, Fuvv, Fuvvulous, Hall, Hallulous, The Whiss (her whiskers are 11" across--including face),Encrustule (when she had fleas).There are many more, and what's a bit scary is she knows and will come to all of them!
She also comes whenever I whistle the theme from "The Price Is Right" -- not when anyone whistles it as far as we can tell, just me. Also, anything opened with a pop top or a can opener, she thinks is her domain.
I have painted quite a few paintings with her as the theme. She is my little black and white muse.
With her being a 'tuxedo coat', she's ready for any black-tie occasion!
Corn, onion rings, french fries, vanilla or strawberry ice cream, pastries
A nap in a sunny window or on a favorite person (see above)
A catnip filled tiny mouse
Dislikes: The outdoors- well, being outdoors.
People she doesn't know. (She's bold around us but will hide around
other folks.)
Other cats, anywhere, near or far, in the history of time.
