For a somewhat PETA-flavored person, having a pet is a complicated topic. Its not hard to come up with flaws in the model. Pets of course eat meat as a habit. That has to come from somewhere. And if they are cats, they are born predators – of mortal danger to anything smaller than they are that moves – flies, moths, baby rabbits, and birds. You can put a bell on them but a stalking cat hardly moves a whisker, not to mention a bell.

Even so, I have always had a sort of dream that someddyday things would settle down such that I would, in some domestic situation, have a cat.

So many situations have not supported such a decision.

But now here we are in a condo on the north end of town where the landlord had previously installed cat doors.

Hence the January 2015 arrival of Roxie and Teddy, extra members of a brood of barn cats.

Teddy (featured today) is the extrovert. Fast moving, agile, brave, alert, friendly. He is equally at home chasing birds and curled up around your head at night.\

It’s so odd having this friendly, loving, affectionate cat wander out into the day and later to see him with cornered bunny, a chunk of fur ripped out of the bunny’s side so that internal organs are exposed.

Just the other day I saw him chewing on something as I drove out of the neighborhood.

And it is clearly his neighborhood.

We live in a group of about twenty homes on the north side of Fairfield, Iowa, all designed according to the principles of Maharishi Vastu Architecture. They are orderly and peaceful. There is only one entrance an so there is little traffic. The homes are mostly rather small, and the residents, in general are high school and college faculty members at MSAE, MUM, or else retired people, or they are simply not here very much.

There is only one other household with a child.

There is quite a bit of the evening stroll sort of thing happening in our area. Frequently our neighbors come by with a story about Teddy’s latest adventure at their house – sleeping on their porch, sitting on top of their car, or walking right in an open door to start exploring.

The road north of our house is now a sort of “drive with caution” zone, since no one wants to be the one to run over one of these cats. Our “Cat Crossing” sign has alerted everyone to the situation, and, since “cat sitting unconcerned in the middle o the road” is more typical of Teddy, all are aware of the hazard.

The high school principal quakes in internal fear due to what might happen to him should he flatten one of our cats. And one person honks delicately, any time she passes slowly by.

In short, everyone feels that they own Teddy, and he seems to feel the same.

Roxie of course, is another story, for another day.