When we were living in Pennsylvania, it seemed the stray cats knew we were suckers for their hard luck stories and would somehow end up on our back porch or in our barn, and definitely in our hearts.
Moving all the way across the country seems to make no difference – it’s like we’re kitty magnets, yo.
Case-in-point: the hubby and I were minding our own business letting the dogs out (and yes, that song is now going through my head), standing outside keeping an eye on them since the neighbors were making noise and we wanted to make sure the dork dogs didn’t bark at them.
Then we heard it.
First it was a very faint mew, then it started getting a little louder, so naturally we started talking to the darkness and calling “Kitty, kitty, kitty!” The mewling became incessant frantic meowing, and out of the darkness came this little teeny scraggly little kitty.
We couldn’t leave it out in the cold, dark foggy night, so I scooped it up and it immediately started purring. We smuggled him/her inside and placed him/her in front of the food bowl, where he/she immediately started gobbling down the cat food (much to Blackspot’s chagrin, the owner of said cat food dish).
He/she was so hungry (and just skin-and-bones) that he/she kept meowing as he/she ate, and sounded like he/she was gobbling like a turkey. So names are being tossed around that revolve around turkeys – we’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, let me introduce you to our newest addition, the fuzzball who has yet to be named:
He/she has beautiful markings – all of them are very symmetrical. While he has tiger stripes and funky eyeball-looking markings on his top side, his belly sports spots:
He/she loves to cuddle and will be persistent if you’re not paying attention to him/her.
Any suggestions on what we should name him/her?
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