On a sweltering day this July, I was out on the back patio watering my flowers, when I heard a pitiful meow. I glanced around and saw a little fluff of white at the edge of the woods.
Before I continue, let me explain first that stray cats are a real problem here out in the country. I usually try to ignore them in hopes they'll go away. Yes, that sounds cold, but if I took in every stray cat that came around they'd overrun the place in no time. Then there's the fact that I'm allergic to cats....anyway, back to the white fluff at the edge of the woods.
As I got closer, I realized it wasn't a cat, but a little kitten. The temperature was close to a 100 F (38 C), so I brought her a bowl of water. She lapped it up in no time flat. Then I brought her crunched up dog food. She ate ravenously. Hubbie was grilling chicken. Against my protests, he called kitty over and gave her a piece of fat. Big mistake. Kitty stayed on that patio the rest of the evening. The kids were dying to hold her, but me being me, I was worried about diseases. Her ears were covered with scabs and missing their fur. I also reminded the kids that I'm allergic to cats. There was no way, NO WAY, we could make her a pet.
The next day I called every animal shelter in the area, several rescue centers, the vet office, the dog warden, and knocked on the doors of the nearest neighbors. You would think there would be at least one place that would take in a stray cat. I'm telling you, there wasn't. The shelters were full. The dog warden only takes dogs. No neighbors had lost a cat, etc. The plight of these animals is heartbreaking. It makes me want to shout from the rooftops, "People, get your cats spayed or neutered!"
It's the end of August now. The kids have named her Twinkie. I took Twinkie to the vet, where we found out kitty's a he, not a she. He has a nice place out in the garage. I was worried about Casey, our black lab mix, getting along with her, but they're actually starting to like each other. I bought him a cat tower, which he loves, and the usual kitty necessities. He's been dewormed and his ears have been treated for mites. They estimated him to be six weeks old when we took him in for his first appointment. His ears have since grown a nice new coat of velvety fur. The kids smuggle him into the house several times a day when they think I'm not looking. Twinkie is here to stay, I guess. AH-CHOO!!!