My neighbor rang my doorbell and asked if I was missing an orange cat. Creamsicle was in the basement w/the rest of the Fur Posse because I'm still having work done on my house, so I knew she was safe. I walked over to his property and this sweet boy came trotting over to meet me. He's obviously not feral; he's way too friendly. My neighbor's wife fed him twice and he said "I hate cats! I don't want him around here. This is my domain. He'll pee on my firewood and then it'll stink when I burn it". I said "Ok, I get it. You don't like cats but you don't hurt them, do you?" He said "I've been known to kick cats". Can you believe he admitted that to me? I told him "I have a doll at home w/little pins and your name on it". He said "I'm totally protected". I said "You think so, huh?" (Listen to the crazy cat lady making threats to the ex-military guy.) So this little boy followed me home so easily that I was able to put him in my garage. I still have a dog house from my rescue days, so I made it up nice and cozy for him, fed him just a little and gave him some water and provided a litter box. I tried to take better pix but he won't stay still long enough to let me.
Dr. Lee is squeezing me in tomorrow. I'm having him tested and if he's clear, then I'm having him neutered. It's going to be an expense that I hadn't counted on, that's for sure. Problem is, after he's all done, then what? I can't keep him and I don't want my neighbor near him. My son will kill me if I take in another cat and, to be honest, I don't want another one. I've got too many expenses and w/Pidge sick, I have to make sure I have enough money set aside for her care. People make me sick sometimes. I've been calling him Buddy, just because he's become a little buddy already. I'll try to take better pix of him later, when he's groggy from his weeny whack.
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