This morning, when I opened the door to let the dog out, this little guy scampered in. I think the wind might’ve blown him in to be honest we’ve had some mighty strong gusts coming through lately. It took me a few minutes to get him close to me. But finally, with a can of Fancy Feast, he decided to trust me.
He has been bathed, de-flead. He has been tucked away safely into the bedroom. I certainly wasn’t going to let him stay outside and get hurt or killed on the highway. If I had to guess where he came from, I would say he came from across the road. I know the gentleman who lives there he showed up on my doorstep a few months ago asking me how much it would be to get his mama-cat spayed; she’d just had kittens.Once I told him how much it was, he grumbled about it and said it would cut into his beer money.
So I suspect that’s where this little guy came from. He weighs a little over two pounds. I don’t have any kitten food for him yet. I need to make an order with Chewy today, but I have to wait for the bank to open. For some reason, since they’ve upgraded their system; I can’t get in sync with their new program and my computer.
He’s definitely very vocal. He is afraid of Kota, but that will change over time I am sure. There’re already two kittens across in the road that didn’t make it across the highway safely so at least this little guy won’t have to play Road Roulette anymore.
His name is going to be Falstaff...
Every cat knows to try to get to your place for safety and love... This one is going to have to grow a bit before he reaches real Falstaffian proportions.
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