My wife and I reside in a condominum complex here on Guam and because my wife talks to animals (Doolittle), they all tend to congregate at this very spot on Earth. Well, they don’t actually talk to her, but she’s been known to carry on a conversation now and then with residents of the animal kingdom. She’s always been drawn to animals and they are to her also. If any of you are familiar with Ellie Mae Clampett from the 1960’s hit show Beverly Hillbillies, my wife would be the Filipina version of her.
Anyway, when we first moved in to our unit, she felt sorry for the handful of pigeons that hang-out around the complex so she began feeding them in the morning (with our previous days leftover rice). They now will sit on the building’s roof overhang just after sunrise where they can actually view Teri through the kitchen window. And there they will patiently wait for her to exit the condo with the goods. When she does, they will all fly down to the parking lot and wait for her. It has become a routine and is interesting to watch, to say the least. I think though that the building manager is becoming a little concerned since the once handful of birds has now grown to over 30. Oops!
On another wildlife front, there are a couple of stray cats that live here in our complex. One of them is totally wild and local resident and friend Charlie feeds her outside his door everyday. Now she just camps-out there outside his condo. Then there is the other cat, who is super friendly, who makes his normal rounds around the complex to see what the residents might be offering. I’ll say this… he never goes hungry! Recently when Typhoon Mangkhut was upon us, we felt concerned for his safety so we took him in to give him shelter from the wind and rains. We had already determined that he must have once belonged to a condo resident who abandoned him when they moved. He is definitly not timid or shy and he is litter-box oriented. He has also been neutered. It was an easy decision to let ‘him’ adopt us. And he did!
Anyway, because we now are part-time caretakers of a large and friendly male cat (with a “Garfield” attitude), my wife decided to name him. Some of the local residents have been heard calling him “Big Face” but she insisted on another name. And of all the names she could have came up with, she decided on “Fat Boy,” which obviously fits him because he weighs in at 16 lbs! He comes and goes when he wants and we are basically just the front door operators. He will show up early before lunch on a hot day so he can take a long afternoon nap. Some evenings he might want to come inside when it is raining and he will take his spot and sleep all night long. He sleeps so so soundly he even snores on occasion. He knows he has never had it so good.
He comes and goes at will (and sometimes at my wife’s will), and because we watch out for him, we call him home on occasion – and he heeds the call most of the time. But I’ve learned that I need to be somewhat cautious and careful when calling for him. One day when standing on our front balcony, I called out “Hey Fat Boy” before I noticed a few of our ‘diet challenged’ residents walking around on the grounds and in the parking lot. When I realized all eyes quickly turned to me, it was just a little embarrasing. How will I will ever live this down I’m not sure. If only they could learn that I was calling the cat, and not harrassing them, things would be okay. I told Teri she can call out for the cat from now on. And in the future, to please run all name checks through me for approval! “Fat Boy” don’t seem to be bothered much by the name though.