Antelope Bob
Soul Seeker
I guess this was back in 2000 or 2001 that this happened. I was hitching between Pueblo Co and La Junta and kept hearing this mewing sound. I couldn't see anything so was starting to think I was loosing my mind. The sun was starting to go down and I decided to find me a spot to camp. After I found my spot and cleaned it up a bit and set up. I started making me something to eat. The mewing started to get really loud, but still I could not see anything. So I start eating and just across from my fire I see movement.
I get my spare plate and put some cut up jerky and some rice on it and set it out. I scooted into my tent and sat there watching. Sure enough a cat was following me. It ate like it hadn't eaten in a long time.
I watched it wander off.
The next morning after I made me some coffee. I heard the cat again and again I set some food out for it. I got a little more brave and came up to me to eat. After eating it ran off. I decided that day I would just walk and so I started off. About 5 miles later I hear the cat again. I turn around and there it is following me about 10 feet behind.
For the next several months I just walked with the cat following me. Never did it get close enough for me to pet but the feeling it gave me of having a companion like this was great. One morning the cat ate its breakfast and then looked at me and gave a loud meow and walked off. I never saw it again.
This cat was probably the best "Road Dog" I ever had.
I get my spare plate and put some cut up jerky and some rice on it and set it out. I scooted into my tent and sat there watching. Sure enough a cat was following me. It ate like it hadn't eaten in a long time.
I watched it wander off.
The next morning after I made me some coffee. I heard the cat again and again I set some food out for it. I got a little more brave and came up to me to eat. After eating it ran off. I decided that day I would just walk and so I started off. About 5 miles later I hear the cat again. I turn around and there it is following me about 10 feet behind.
For the next several months I just walked with the cat following me. Never did it get close enough for me to pet but the feeling it gave me of having a companion like this was great. One morning the cat ate its breakfast and then looked at me and gave a loud meow and walked off. I never saw it again.
This cat was probably the best "Road Dog" I ever had.
