Harrington Home For Wayward Cats
I think we should have that sign posted on our front door. In Cat-Speak, of course.
Ya see, stray cats - or one's with home for that matter - have always been drawn to us for one reason or another. Every since DH and I have been together, our apartment (no matter where we've lived) has always been a haven...or a squatting pad for cats. This apartment is no exception.
Since we moved in one year ago we've found the following: A little tiny gray kitten on our doorstep, within weeks of moving in. We found a home for him within an hour or at an apartment a few buildings down.
A couple months later I found a poor malnutritioned orange tabby kitten, maybe 6-8 weeks old on our porch. I ran to the store to get some kitty milk & a dropper to feed her with until the humane society came to pick her up.
Most recently, it was Wally. He actually moved in with us and is still here. It's been a couple months now. He's a really sweet (and CLEAN) siamese kitty who's probably 8 months old or so...we think that he may be the offspring of one of OUR cats (Baby Cat), but we're not positive. Dont' know about kitty DNA tests.
Then tonight, we can add cat 4 to our list. I saw her for the first time last night, outside pouncing on crickets. DH said he saw her the other day. She's really small, probably only 3 months old or so. She seems to have been outside for some time b/c she has little 'i'm an outdoor cat' nicks on her poor ears, and burrs in her tail. I was outside a bit ago and heard a cat crying...I thought it was one of mine that wanted to go out or something. Joey looked over, about 15 feet away and told me there was a cute kitty. So I stood up to look. It was the same kitty as last night. She ran right over to me.
I couldn't very well let her out there to starve, or drown (it was about to storm). So I brought out a small dish of food for her. She got really cuddly, started relishing in the pets. Dh came out just as it started to downpour. She got scared by the thunder and ran off the porch directly into the rain. She darted back and forth trying to find someplace to go (DUH...our porch is dry you idiot!). She ended up running into the bush near where we 'found' her. She SCREAMED and SCREAMED. Joey started freaking out "You have to SAVE her!". Sooooo, being the bleeding heart that I am, I took off my socks and ran thru the mud in the pouring rain to save the kitten.
Joey brought out a towel so I could dry her off. She was SOAKED. Of course, that made her my best friend. She just sat there for a long time in the towel, puring and trying to make buscuits on my hand. I got up to get the phone and lost track of her. Figured, the rain let up and she ran back off. Nope. She came in the house. Probably when Joey came in. Sooooooooooooooooo...anybody need a cat? I can't keep her, ROFL. I'll put up more signs to see if anybody claims, and if not I'll put an ad on the internet (ebay? ROFL) to see if anybody wants her.
BTW, her name is "Stupid Cat" (for the stupid way she tried to go about getting out of the rain).
Ya see, stray cats - or one's with home for that matter - have always been drawn to us for one reason or another. Every since DH and I have been together, our apartment (no matter where we've lived) has always been a haven...or a squatting pad for cats. This apartment is no exception.
Since we moved in one year ago we've found the following: A little tiny gray kitten on our doorstep, within weeks of moving in. We found a home for him within an hour or at an apartment a few buildings down.
A couple months later I found a poor malnutritioned orange tabby kitten, maybe 6-8 weeks old on our porch. I ran to the store to get some kitty milk & a dropper to feed her with until the humane society came to pick her up.
Most recently, it was Wally. He actually moved in with us and is still here. It's been a couple months now. He's a really sweet (and CLEAN) siamese kitty who's probably 8 months old or so...we think that he may be the offspring of one of OUR cats (Baby Cat), but we're not positive. Dont' know about kitty DNA tests.
Then tonight, we can add cat 4 to our list. I saw her for the first time last night, outside pouncing on crickets. DH said he saw her the other day. She's really small, probably only 3 months old or so. She seems to have been outside for some time b/c she has little 'i'm an outdoor cat' nicks on her poor ears, and burrs in her tail. I was outside a bit ago and heard a cat crying...I thought it was one of mine that wanted to go out or something. Joey looked over, about 15 feet away and told me there was a cute kitty. So I stood up to look. It was the same kitty as last night. She ran right over to me.
I couldn't very well let her out there to starve, or drown (it was about to storm). So I brought out a small dish of food for her. She got really cuddly, started relishing in the pets. Dh came out just as it started to downpour. She got scared by the thunder and ran off the porch directly into the rain. She darted back and forth trying to find someplace to go (DUH...our porch is dry you idiot!). She ended up running into the bush near where we 'found' her. She SCREAMED and SCREAMED. Joey started freaking out "You have to SAVE her!". Sooooo, being the bleeding heart that I am, I took off my socks and ran thru the mud in the pouring rain to save the kitten.
Joey brought out a towel so I could dry her off. She was SOAKED. Of course, that made her my best friend. She just sat there for a long time in the towel, puring and trying to make buscuits on my hand. I got up to get the phone and lost track of her. Figured, the rain let up and she ran back off. Nope. She came in the house. Probably when Joey came in. Sooooooooooooooooo...anybody need a cat? I can't keep her, ROFL. I'll put up more signs to see if anybody claims, and if not I'll put an ad on the internet (ebay? ROFL) to see if anybody wants her.
BTW, her name is "Stupid Cat" (for the stupid way she tried to go about getting out of the rain).

