He’s a stray that found us — literally. Last night he was at our front door pestering to get in, and this afternoon he was at the back door. I wasn’t able to get him in out of the cold last night, because Leah and Max kept coming over to the door and scared him off, but today I picked him right up off the railing along our back steps, and he was happy as a clam. Purring, actually. He’s in our bathroom with food and water dishes, as well as a Dunkin Donuts box full of cat litter. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with him. I’m assuming he’s a stray, and if I can talk Dan into letting us keep him (possibly temporarily until my brothers come home; at which point I’d give him to my fourteen year old brother as an early birthday present. His cat died last year, and he desperately wants another orange tabby.), I’ll take him to a low-cost neutering clinic this week to be scanned (just to make sure he is in fact a stray, which I’m 99% certain he is), neutered and vaccinated.
Now to go practice my pretty-please-puppy-dog eyes!





I’ll take him! ROFL. I love orange tabbys, they are my favorites! I would have done exactly has you had done and grabbed him too. Glad to hear that there are other caring people out in the world. <3
Oh my goodness, that cat is gorgeous. My kitten is orange, I hope he turns that orange! And are his eyes orange or is that just the light? Either way, good luck!
Aww! How cute! He looks like a happy cat already! That’s a good idea about giving him to your brother.
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