the beggar at our door with a twist

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! 

NOT!!

Two weeks ago the kitten was back crying at our door again. 
Oh brother!

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.

And the next morning.... 

WE DID

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. 

(an apt name since he steals ANY food from the garbage or any other place you leave it unattended)