So.......I come home Sunday night about 8pm. I spy a cat. Looks like he has a collar on. He runs under a small bush. My neighbor (with young daughter) come outside (knowing full well that I am a SUCKER for cats) and tell me how he must have been around for a day or two and that the across-the-street neighbor has been shoo-ing it off the porch.

UT-OH ! I think

So, I call to the cat, who comes right up to the porch. Cute as a button!! Friendly. Young (7 month old male....not nmeutered). No ID on collar.

What to do.....what to do........too late for the humane society. I have ringworm in one of my foster rooms. My large playpen cages are in THAT room. He ca't go with other cats until testing.............DRAT!

1/2 hour of fretting........CELLAR! I never put cats down there, not cat friendly, but I do have a large dog kennel down there for emergencies (never even used it.) This is where he spent Sunday night.

Monday AM....vet....testing (negative)......shots.....bath.......
Flea treatment.....wormer.......all set to meet the fosters.

And here he is.........STANLEY!