Cathleen-
All of mine run and hide when a car even gets close to the house. I don't mind it all that much either. I don't want them to get comfortable around vehicles. When I was married my wife had a beautiful solid grey long hair that liked to get in the engine compartment of a warm car. My mil went and cranked her car one day and Misty, the cat lost her tail in a fan belt/pulley deal. She scampered out and went into the woods where she stayed for about a day. When she was finally found she was taken to the vets where they removed what was left of her tail. It took a while but she learned to live with her new look. My wife was devastated as much as the cat. This all happened about 35 years ago so I'm sure Misty is long gone. I was asked to leave before her time came and, at that time the cat wasn't big on my mind. She was always Beverlys (wife) cat and didn't care much for me anyway. I do remember feeling bad for Misty because cats rely so much on their tails. I believe it's a big part of their personality.
It's a hoot to watch Millie walk across the yard with her tail pointing straight up. It's so big and fluffy her tail is about as big as her body.
It's right before daybreak now and Graygirl is already outside on the porch with a mouse or something. The "kittens" are at the door giving me hell wanting to go out and play with her quarry. I think Barney got a good size vole yesterday which Millie promptley stole away. She played with the poor little guy for over an hour and I finally had to go out and dispatch matters putting it out of its misery. After that she lost all interest but the little guy was better off. It's routine to go out and pick up dead voles from the yard. I don't know where they all come from and never realized there were so many.
All of mine run and hide when a car even gets close to the house. I don't mind it all that much either. I don't want them to get comfortable around vehicles. When I was married my wife had a beautiful solid grey long hair that liked to get in the engine compartment of a warm car. My mil went and cranked her car one day and Misty, the cat lost her tail in a fan belt/pulley deal. She scampered out and went into the woods where she stayed for about a day. When she was finally found she was taken to the vets where they removed what was left of her tail. It took a while but she learned to live with her new look. My wife was devastated as much as the cat. This all happened about 35 years ago so I'm sure Misty is long gone. I was asked to leave before her time came and, at that time the cat wasn't big on my mind. She was always Beverlys (wife) cat and didn't care much for me anyway. I do remember feeling bad for Misty because cats rely so much on their tails. I believe it's a big part of their personality.
It's a hoot to watch Millie walk across the yard with her tail pointing straight up. It's so big and fluffy her tail is about as big as her body.
It's right before daybreak now and Graygirl is already outside on the porch with a mouse or something. The "kittens" are at the door giving me hell wanting to go out and play with her quarry. I think Barney got a good size vole yesterday which Millie promptley stole away. She played with the poor little guy for over an hour and I finally had to go out and dispatch matters putting it out of its misery. After that she lost all interest but the little guy was better off. It's routine to go out and pick up dead voles from the yard. I don't know where they all come from and never realized there were so many.