Chris and I were out walking late (we went for a walk to a friend's house because we're taking care of his cats while he's gone) and I heard a tiny little meow from the shadows. So, being curious, I listened real carefully. I thought it sounded like a kitten. It turned out to be a full-grown cat, however. (Probably a good thing.) He's was the friendliest little thing ever! Kind of reminded me of my old cat Kado. I say kind of because once I saw him in the light I realized he was quite different. lol.
He followed us all the way to Jeremy's and waited while we fed Shadow and Phantom. Then he followed us from Jeremy's all the way to the corner where we first spotted him. He seemd familiar with that corner, so we said good-bye and I assumed he'd stay behind. I was wrong! A few moment later, when he was out of sight, I heard a pitiful meow and a shadow seperated itself from the others and chased after us. Drats.
The little bugger ended up following us all the way home.
So now there is a gorgeous, silky-soft, shiney-coated black and white male cat with a red collar around his fuzzy neck laying on our kitchen table like he OWNS it. He made himself right cozy in our house, like he belongs there.
Yeah, he has a collar, but no tags.
I took pics with the digital camera (can post them later
) and we will try finding out which of those houses on the corner he lives at. If we can't figure out who he belongs to, we'll print up "FOUND" posters and distribute them at the pet stores, vet, and community bulletin boards.
In case anyone's wondering, yes, we are keeping Houdini seperated from him. She'd kill him if she saw him. As it is she heard his meow. She knows something fishy (er, catty) is going on. She's outside prowling now, though.
We can't keep him, so I hope we find his family tomorrow. He looks really well cared for. I think he's neutered (got that impression from his behavior,) he's wearing a bright red collar, his coat is in great condition, and he's FAT. And yes, I'm positive he's a he. No preggo kitties.
He looks well loved, if albeit a little too well fed.
Why is it when we go on a walk late at night a black cat always ends up following us home, adopting us, and then having to be convinced to go back home? We must have "CAT LOVERS" tattoo'd on our foreheads. That or, "ALL CATS WELCOME TO WALK ALL OVER US."