We Have a Stowaway
Well, it was our night to host the in-laws for dinner. I cooked a slow roast, see previous post, so the oven had been on all day, making the house very warm. We opened the windows in our dining room to let in some of the cool breeze during dinner. After everyone had eaten, we heard a MEOW. Everyone looked at each other, and I jumped out of my chair because the sound had clearly come from our front bushes outside, and I was worried it was one of our cats.
Nope, this fella comes trotting out of the bushes at me. Meowing all the while. Insistent that something was wrong with his world, and I knew how to fix it. I knelt down and he jogged over, still meowing, and put his two front paws on my leg and thrust his face into my face. Assessment: trustworthy, I was then greeted by all the face rubs he could muster in a 20-second period.
Now, I know cats. This behavior is so un-catlike, I almost felt embarrassed for the guy. Our cats would surely glare at him with disdain at the desperate attempt for attention. Look, guy, you make them come to you; you NEVER come to them. I asked Andy to go get some cat kibble for him to see if he was hungry. Once kibble was on the ground, he made a beeline for it. Water too. He hung around our yard after that. Every time I came out front again, this guy trotted right up to me meowing. So we made the call to take him in. We think he belongs to someone because he has a flea collar (with no ID, being a flea collar after all), and he's fixed. He's very handsome, and he knows it. But he's way too pretty for an outdoor cat.
So tonight, he sleeps in our garage. We have food, water and box in there for him. I laid out some towels on the ground, but being a cat, he took to our most precious posession: the hood of the Jeep Wrangler. So I caved and draped towels on the hood of the car. He thinks I'm a very brilliant human being. Tomorrow, we take him to the vet to see if his owners were smart enough to microchip him. After that, we shall see.