Optimistic, Friendly, Heartwarming Lad

This little fellow showed up in our backyard recently. He has no out-door kitty skills. He is sweet and refuses to be engaged by Kitty's through-the-window aggression. He appears to take her hissy fits as acts of friendly playfulness. It amazes us how open-hearted he is.

 

One night he jumped up on the barbecue to cry at me through the window. I went over to see what he wanted and heard Anton go, "Oh, it's raining! That's what he's telling us." And that was it. He was telling us it was raining, letting us know, saying, "Mommy! Daddy! It's raining! Let Me In!" My heart broke a bit. It hurts to keep him out.

 

He will look at me through the window, open-eyed, as if he doesn't understand why we don't let him in. He found us and he is happy. A very happy little one.

 

I remember the first time I fed him. He was so happy he purred out loud and ate like crazy.

 

He likes to walk in front of me and often tangles himself in my legs as he leaps ahead on the narrow path of stepping stones, tail high. He feels so connected, he feels home and it hurts my heart. For I know he is an indoor cat. He has other fur siblings. Someone is missing their cat, and he was so thin.

 

How long has he been on his own? How long has he been starving and cold? How long can I keep him outside? I worry about his health, and I worry that he might have something contagious. I change my clothes when I visit with him, then change again when I go back inside. But I am walking on the same wet ground he does, then walk on my floors and carpet. The same floors and carpet Kitty walks on. He seems healthy, so I am keeping my fingers crossed for all of our sakes.

 

I walked the neighborhood tonight handing out little flyers with my phone number on them, trying to find his home.

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