Earlier this week, an email from a woman whose dog I walk: “Help! A very cute sweet skinny lost kitty adopted me this weekend and I can’t keep her!”
I emailed friends, relatives. She emailed everyone she knew. A few bites, and then by this morning two things became clear:
1. She couldn’t keep the kitty any longer. She is allergic to cats, and her dog was going crazy with the cat out in the garage.
2. This kitty was way too sweet to go to a shelter.
So… yep. We could not abandon kitty to an uncertain fate, and agreed to foster the kitty until either his/her owners can be found, or a new home can be located.
A new home *may* have been located. I’ll give you one guess where that home might be:
Within 45 minutes of being let out of the cat carrier in one of the spare bedrooms, Mr. Kitty made himself quite at home, thankyouverymuch.
Possibly the most mellow cat I have ever met.
We’ll get him all checked out at the vet, check for a microchip, make sure it’s actually a boy (as we suspect), put up some flyers and a “found” ad on craigslist… but sometimes kitties just waltz into your life and there you are, one more cat in your household.
The other girls have not met the loverboy yet. That will be the ultimate test. But right now, things are good. He’s a love. I’m not sure we can give him up.