So, I lost Marco Polo, and his sister's abscessed tooth was hiding a terminal tumor, although Mins seems to feel much better with the tooth removed. Maybe the Universe doesn't want me to run out of cats. Yesterday, a very friendly, yellowish-orangish cat found its way to my house by early morning and spent the day here.
This one is clearly a housecat, rubbing against me and curling up on my lap. It would LOVE to get inside my house if two crazy barking dogs weren't standing guard at the kitchen door.
When I stepped outside yesterday afternoon, not only was the first cat there, but a tortoiseshell cat, which must have been lurking under the deck steps, took off like a streak.
Cat No. 1 was still here when I cooped the birds last night.
At 4 this morning, I once again heard No. 1, which I think it a male, and tossed it some food. I thought I might be hearing a second cat. I was right -- there was another yellowish (I think -- it is dark out) cat eating food I put out for Cat No. 1, who sat calmly and watched its breakfast disappear.
This little critter has been declawed so it does not have a defense against coyotes and likely isn't a good hunter without claws. Maybe it slipped out the door at someone else's house? Maybe someone dumped it? That used to happen a lot back home. We lived about a half mile outside city limits and "inherited" countless cats and dogs.
I'm worried about No. 1's safety, but bringing it inside would be total chaos. What to do!
