There’s something about grey cats. They seem to be a little bit smarter than your average cat.
My vet told me that Daisy is a” tri-colored tabby. Very smart and very fierce.” She and Missy, a grey cat were arch rivals, yowling, chasing, until finally Missy moved away.
We have a nice little yard at our apartment complex, private though public, and Daisy mostly stays there. Now that she’s five, she ventures forth but I don’t worry. We also have two stray cats that I feed. Blackie, Daisy’s boyfriend, is a beautiful wild cat, caught, neutered and given shots by animal control. Louise, grey and white striped, was left behind when some jackass moved out. Really would like to live here, but she and Daisy would fight. My vet says she’ll check out Louise free if I can get her into a cat carrier. Huge IF.
Any and all suggestions for getting too-smart-for-her-own-good little grey Louise into a crate are welcome.
We had a grey for 17 years. Vet eas convinced he was a Chatreux. He had a Beagle brother for 13 of those years. When we left the house to take our Beagle on his last journey our daughter stayed home. She told us that once we left the house the cat started crying. Ran to the window to see us get into the car. Then he ran upstairs to our daughter’s room, jumped on the window and cried loudly as we drove away.