Last month the grandsons found a cute little kitten on the front deck.
Poor little thing seemed hungry and quite frankly it seemed lonely. It meowed
and meowed at the door for hours and hours begging to come in the house.
We finally called the next door we suspected since he had other cats
the little one came from there.I came to find out after being forwarded
to another number he'd been hospitalized and left the kitten unattended.
No wonder he was trying to get in my house!
I don't think I was out of line when I told his mother that if he wasn't taking care of the kitten
that we'd find it a home for him. His mother promised to come pick the little fellow
up later that day and take him to a family member who would care for him.
So we took him in and gave him a good meal.
Not unlike my cats Tarzan and Cheetah he's a light orange almost buff with a few stripes on his tail.
After part of the day at our house the little guy went off never to be seen again!
Two weeks ago the kitten was back crying at our door again.
Meow Meow... I started looking for homes again. This time however
I didn't bother calling dumb ass next door. He'd knew exactly where to find
his kitten if he wanted to. Then we waited to see if he'd come
over to find his kitten. I'd grow old waiting!
We have three cats total, Besides the orange cats that I mentioned
earlier in this post we also have a large tabby named Linus. Because
the cats are indoor/outdoor cats we have two kitty doors; one each
by the front and back doors. The kitty doors are necessary for two primary reasons
one; because we've lost two cats to packs of killer hunting dogs and second because we'd spend all
of our days letting them in and out like human door man if we didn't. Cats are like that.
BACK TO THE KITTEN
By the second day of kitten living on and under our deck I said to
Bill. "If he learns how to get in the kitty door, he'll never leave."
And dumb ass neighbor still hadn't come to get him.
That night we went to bed resolved to find a home for the little guy.
Bill and I woke up and..... the kitten was in our bed, between us, under the covers
sound asleep on his back.
Remember what I said about the kitty door?
From my mouth to Gods ears.
We named our little orphan kitten Oliver Twist.