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*Another* cat? :roll eyes:

Monday, September 16, 2013

We've been adopted.

I arrived home last evening after being gone since Wednesday. Our cats (Spike, 10, and Cheeto, 1) were happy to see me. Well, so was the Hubs, but the cats were more demanding. I opened the garage door to start unloading the car. Within a few minutes, a kitten wandered in.

My guess is that he's about two months old. Certainly too young to be on his own. (Spike was a foundling who was rescued at about two months.) He looks like a Birman. OMG he is adorable! I walked him around the neighborhood, and no one I spoke with claimed him.

I put water and a towel out on the front porch. I was not about to let him take up residence in the house. Cheeto was very interested in the interloper on his front porch, so we let him out (with supervision).

And then the storm front came through. It was a severe thunderstorm, but with a haboob in front of it. I've seen dust storms before, but this is the first honest-to-goodness haboob I've seen. It was a wall of dust about 150-200' high that hit ferociously. We couldn't leave a tiny little kitten outside in that!

We decided he should sleep in the garage. I put food, water, the same towel, and a little litter box out in the garage. And then, after I'd gone to bed, the Hubs said "he doesn't really need to sleep in the garage." So Tuffy (named for the tufts of fur on his ears) spent the night inside, mostly in our bedroom.

I put a "Found Kitten" sign on the mail box closest to our house. I'm going to send an email to the animal shelter describing him. I will ask my vet to check him for a chip. I'd love to find the people he belongs to, but I won't mind too terribly if he stays with us. Spike is kind of an old lady now, and Cheeto is just over a year old. Cheeto could use an energetic playmate. Three cats is a lot for our 1000 sq. ft. house, but we have a fenced yard.

We saw him use the litter box last night - that's why I had no objection to him spending the night inside. Tuffy's small enough to hide under things so Cheeto can't get to him. And he fights back, so there's no telling what I'll find when I get home tonight!
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ARGENTPUCK 9/17/2013 5:58PM

    This makes me wish I could have a cat in my apartment. Actually, I probably could (my neighbors do), but it is a tiny, tiny place and I'd worry about the poor thing while I was at work.

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GHK1962 9/16/2013 8:44PM

    Hehe ... sounds like the little guy found a home if no one claims him.

We had a little kitten wander into my wife's lap one day ... and the interesting thing was that our dogs did not even bat an eye, and they were all laying on the sofa that night. However, as my wife volunteers at the humane society, we decided to take her in to see if she was chipped (she was not) ... but a rescue cat group agreed to foster her (in the event that no one claimed her).

And ... I just heard about that haboob just now on npr.

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HILLSLUG98239 9/16/2013 7:29PM

    Annie sounds like a fun cat!

I adopted Magic from a shleter in 1996. He was probably about three at the time. He died last January. We still miss him terribly. Our pets have unique personalities, and when they're gone they leave their paw prints on our heart.

We have Magic's cremains. We planted a catnip bush in the back yard. We're going to get a little statue we can keep his cremains in and create a little memorial garden out back. That way, we can take it with us when we move.

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MOTTAMAMALOU 9/16/2013 7:00PM

    I love your story. What's one more cat?
My daughter found an abandoned cat at the water plant where she worked. She called to ask if I would adopt the poor thing. I had just moved in to my new house with new wallpaper and paint. I worked the 2nd shift at the hospital so I left her alone for over 8 hours. I named her Annie after "Little Orphan Annie." When I arrived home from work she had a bit of the wallpaper down on the floor and my curtains, rods and all, off the windows. When she did something wrong she would hide under the bed.
I loved that cat and when she died I buried her under my Mimosa tree.

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