We went out to dinner this evening (another amazing meal at Quang Deli…YUM). When we got home, I got out of the car and there was a cat sitting on the doorstep of the neighbors house. He mewed at me and I went over to say hi. He walked right up to me and I put my hand out, he rubbed up against me. Very sweet and very trusting. I assumed he belonged to the neighbors. Greg came over and said hi to him too, scratched him on the butt, etc. We said bye and went toward our gate. He jumped off the porch and came running after us.
We let him into the yard for a little bit then sent him away, said goodbye and thanks for visiting. As soon as I shut the gate he tried to climb over it to get back in.
We let the dogs out and Bear ran straight to the fence scaring the shit out of the cat. We thought that would have taken care of it.
A little while later we went back out side to go over to Tom’s and fix the satellite TV and the cat was back in the yard. So we let everyone out and let him meet everyone. It was surprisingly simple.
We were feeling sorry for him, he was wet and it was kind of cold. So we poured some food into Misha’s old bowl and set him up on the porch with food and water. He ate a little, but I think he was more lonely than hungry.
We went in the house. A while later we went back outside and he was there in the back yard again, trying to get in the house.
We put him back on the porch.
Greg went out to see if he was still there and I said, ‘I say if he’s still out there, let him come in’. Well he was. So we let him in the house and wandered around like he owned the place, with Dudley in tow.
He is now sacked out on the couch.
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This post was written by Amy on September 13, 2008






