Little Mr. Orange Kitty
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
That's what I call him - the teenaged (or so) young cat who lives in back of our school, by the dumpster. Although he also hangs around the shelter for the school kitchen's gas tanks.
I've been in charge of feeding him since last week, when our usual kitty lady (teacher) went off island. Mr. Orange Kitty has met me by the dumpster - when he hears a car stop, and someone get out, he comes running out from wherever he's hiding and gives a couple of meows in greeting.
DH and I went out over the long weekend - I left a bunch of food in a bowl for Mr. OK on Wednesday, but replenished it on Saturday evening. Didn't see MOK. Went out on Sunday, since I had forgotten to give him water - food was down a bit, but no MOK.
There he was this morning, meowing hello, asking for food, saying thank you - I'm not sure what he's saying, it seems to be all those things. I gave him food, and he warily walked around me to get to his bowl, with the occasional stop and "meow thank you" over his shoulder. I checked again before I left school - I added water, and there were still plenty of crunchies in his bowl.
We do have one teacher who is terrified of cats, and said I had better not be encouraging him. I told her that he was keeping down the rat and mouse population (she's the Home Ec teacher, so I figured that part would make her happy). My dear friend, who teaches next door to me, thinks I'm crazy for getting attached to this little stray cat. But he's so cute, and very sweet, and, well, I'm a sucker for cute kitties.