I usually enjoy visitors, particularly those who have built a plane or just fly a spam can. I have one visitor that I found unusually interesting.
I had to run to the terminal for a few moments so I left the hangar bifold door open. When I drove back I saw a big tiger cat run out of the hangar.
The airport is a few miles from town, and in a somewhat wooded area, so I thought the cat was a feral animal. I bought a bag of cat food and put out a dish for him. All the food was gone the next morning.
This went on for a few weeks, so I began putting the food just inside the hangar, and moved it in a bit more every day. Soom the cat would come into the hangar to eat, and then run away. The thing was a tom cat with one ear pretty much chewed off, but other than that he seemed to be in good condition.
As time went on, and the cat food I was giviing him got better, he started responding to me, and after about three months I can finally pet him, and he rubs against me, but often takes a swat at me if I am not careful about petting him.
Its only 4-degrees F this morning, but when I drive up to the hangar and 'toot' my car's horm the old cat will come running out of the woods.
Don't know if he'll ever fly with me in the RV-12 or not, but he's good company.
John at Salida, CO
I had to run to the terminal for a few moments so I left the hangar bifold door open. When I drove back I saw a big tiger cat run out of the hangar.
The airport is a few miles from town, and in a somewhat wooded area, so I thought the cat was a feral animal. I bought a bag of cat food and put out a dish for him. All the food was gone the next morning.
This went on for a few weeks, so I began putting the food just inside the hangar, and moved it in a bit more every day. Soom the cat would come into the hangar to eat, and then run away. The thing was a tom cat with one ear pretty much chewed off, but other than that he seemed to be in good condition.
As time went on, and the cat food I was giviing him got better, he started responding to me, and after about three months I can finally pet him, and he rubs against me, but often takes a swat at me if I am not careful about petting him.
Its only 4-degrees F this morning, but when I drive up to the hangar and 'toot' my car's horm the old cat will come running out of the woods.
Don't know if he'll ever fly with me in the RV-12 or not, but he's good company.
John at Salida, CO