No, not that kind of baby.
It seems like all my friends just have stray animals drop into their laps. One has a cat he found under a Wal-Mart dumpster; one has a kitten he found in his back yard (and later found the mother and siblings, all of which have been adopted out); etc. I never find kittens. Stray cats come and hang on our back porch sometimes but they don't stick around.
Well . . . I went out for a walk last night. I was maybe a mile from the house when I saw a small animal toddle out of the shadows and under a parked truck. Thinking that it didn't look like a skunk (it was after dark), I went in for a closer look:
I knocked on the door of the house but nobody was home. There were no adult cats and no other kittens, either. So I meowed at it
It answered, but wouldn't come any closer, and it kept crawling up into the undercarriage of the truck to hide. That's a bad thing. That's how kittens get turned into kitten-burger when unsuspecting drivers start their vehicles in the morning.
It got closer and closer but not close enough, so I called my father and told him to go into the tote I take to work and get the spare can of cat food (because it seems I am now the kind of person who goes around with cat food in her handbag, just in case) and bring it to such-and-such an address.
Luckily, it was hungry. Hungry enough to be really distracted so that I could grab it while it ate.
It--we're pretty sure it's a she--is a brown bullseye tabby, maybe six or seven weeks old. Clean but very hungry. I don't know if it escaped from a house or rode in on the truck or what, because there weren't any other cats around, and I haven't seen any cats on that block. And she/it is feisty.
Mispickel is not pleased with me but isn't completely freaked out, either, so I think we'll be able to negotiate a truce.
(Her paws really are that big. I could end up with two very large cats.)
It seems like all my friends just have stray animals drop into their laps. One has a cat he found under a Wal-Mart dumpster; one has a kitten he found in his back yard (and later found the mother and siblings, all of which have been adopted out); etc. I never find kittens. Stray cats come and hang on our back porch sometimes but they don't stick around.
Well . . . I went out for a walk last night. I was maybe a mile from the house when I saw a small animal toddle out of the shadows and under a parked truck. Thinking that it didn't look like a skunk (it was after dark), I went in for a closer look:
I knocked on the door of the house but nobody was home. There were no adult cats and no other kittens, either. So I meowed at it
It answered, but wouldn't come any closer, and it kept crawling up into the undercarriage of the truck to hide. That's a bad thing. That's how kittens get turned into kitten-burger when unsuspecting drivers start their vehicles in the morning.
It got closer and closer but not close enough, so I called my father and told him to go into the tote I take to work and get the spare can of cat food (because it seems I am now the kind of person who goes around with cat food in her handbag, just in case) and bring it to such-and-such an address.
Luckily, it was hungry. Hungry enough to be really distracted so that I could grab it while it ate.
It--we're pretty sure it's a she--is a brown bullseye tabby, maybe six or seven weeks old. Clean but very hungry. I don't know if it escaped from a house or rode in on the truck or what, because there weren't any other cats around, and I haven't seen any cats on that block. And she/it is feisty.
Mispickel is not pleased with me but isn't completely freaked out, either, so I think we'll be able to negotiate a truce.
(Her paws really are that big. I could end up with two very large cats.)
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