Cat
I’ve always said I can’t afford a free cat, or even a free dog, for that matter. But what were we to do when we got home from camping, and a young cat began entwining itself around our legs as we tried to offload our truck? Purring, friendly, and almost tripping us, it scooted in the house every time we opened the door. Annie was not impressed.
Plus, the temperature was predicted to drop to freezing that night. I took its picture and posted a “found” notice on NextDoor. We decided to let it sleep in the garage, with the door just barely open so it could leave and find its way home. Just in case it were hungry, I gave it a scoop of cat food and a bowl of water.
The next morning, my NextDoor notice had several “likes” (?), but no one was missing a cat. This is not a feral kitty. It loves people and expects to be petted and picked up. Annie is still not impressed, even when the kitten hisses at her. We decided to buy flea medicine for both cats and move the wool cat bed which Annie deemed beneath her onto the porch for the kitten.
We took Patten and Clara to the airport for their ski trip in Salt Lake City and then went to the Central Florida Koi and Goldfish show. I had not thought it would be outside under a tent, with the temperature 44° and wind blowing. The fish might not care, but I was dang cold in just a t-shirt and my rain jacket. We quickly looked at the best in show, allegedly worth $45,000 and chatted with the woman who owns the jumbo winner, 35+ pounds of gold lamé carp. Beautiful fish. Brrrrr. Time to go home.Still no response to NextDoor except a couple more “likes”. What do they even mean? Do we have a new cat or not? Do we want another cat? Grant is worried it would outlive him. Could be, so I guess we would need to designate a heir. Shocking we’ve gotten so old we worry about not surviving our pets. Except, of course, for William, our box turtle who has another 25 years or so.
Just when I’d about decided the kitten was ours, Grant suggested it might belong to our southside neighbors who seem to be gone for Spring Break. Would they have just left it to fend on its own for a week. My reaction is yes, they are sort of vague. In that case, I’m keeping the cat. But I may be too harsh. Perhaps it just got out, and the cat sitter has been remiss. Maybe we don’t have a new cat.
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