I am emerging from a lenghty tunnel of overwork & related stresses just in time.
Background: A couple of weeks ago, someone stuck a flyer in our door advertising a missing adult black cat. A couple nights later, a black cat wandered up to our driveway. I invited him inside and Jane and I tried to decide if this was the missing cat. As time went by, we became convinced it was not and a phone call to the flyer people was not returned.
Deeper BG: Jane had a beloved kitty for 18 years that died about four years ago.
The news: Last night, another cat showed up at our doorstep. Unlike Mr. Finicky, this cat was starved and thirsty, devouring both the food and water we offered. When he(she?) as fed, he seemed anxious to get back outside, so we let it out, to see what it would do (stick around, go home ? etc. )
This morning, it was waiting for me at the door, so I brought down some more food and water and left a note for Jane. (I generally leave before she gets up.)
After I left, Jane let the cat in, fed it, and sat down on the couch to see what would happen.
Basically the critter sealed the deal by hopping up to her lap and falling asleep.
So . . We'll buy some more accessories tonight and Friday, she'll take (it? her?) to the vet, for a checkup (and to confirm Jane's hunch that she's a neutered female.) My only chore is to see what it's done to the house in our absence (scratch furniture? mark territory? use a litter box? or not?) and see what comes next.
We have an ad on Craigslist, but in the absence of a tearful owner retrieval, we're probably going to be pet owners.
Sigh . . . Bart, the litter box captain
PS this might have been avoided if Jane hadn't seen the video of Sandlin's cat in the shower
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Kitties for everyone! Even adorable lap-cats, which are totally my favorite kind.
Also: what, Nagano not cute enough for you?
-N
As you scout the house for things the cat has done in your absence, I'll mention a few choice items Raoul does regularly. Check the bathroom- if the rug isn't so disheveled you can't open the door, she must not have found it yet. If you have any plush type toys in your house, look for those to be slightly murdered at the foot of your bed (is it a threat? I don't know). My favorite is of course when he steals produce off the kitchen counter- mostly tomatoes, but also potatoes- leaving them at random locations in the house with vampire-bite marks in them. I imagine your new roommate will have even more imaginative ways of making herself at home.
Any chance we can see a picture of her?
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