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Okay. I'm sitting here trying to type with a kitty in my lap. Quite awhile ago I made a hint that I was going to mention on this blog the cat that has entered our lives. She is the sweetest, most wonderful cat and both me and the other one here in this house love her lots! She really likes sitting in your lap and getting petted or just being close. I think she might be trying to type now...or maybe she's just stretching.
Anyway, she just showed up one day last fall at our old place. I saw her in the front yard and then, a bit later in the day, we heard meowing and looked up to see a cat on its hind feet, its front paws on the window sill, peering in through the front porch window. And she kept looking at us and meowing.
Well, it didn't take long and we had picked up some food and put a cardboard box with some rags on the porch. She slept on the porch for a few days, until we started hearing some very vocal foxes in the night right outside our house. They seemed angry that she had moved into their general area, but who knows what they were really saying?
So, then the cat moved into the landlord's garage at night and mostly stayed on the porch during the day. We took her to the vet, decided on a name (Francis--the saint who was a beggar), and just pretty much fell in love.
We left for the holidays and our downstairs neighbor very kindly took her in while we were gone. ***Francis is licking my cereal bowl at the moment.*** We got back and in the summer moved to a new place. She came with and moved into our garage and yard.
Then, while I was away a few months ago, my partner called and asked what I thought about letting her in the house. We both thought "yeah, that sounds like a good idea!" And now she's in the house with us, except for when she wants to get outside for awhile and roll around on her back. So she went from living on the porch and sleeping in a garage to climbing into our bed at night! She's basically the most loving cat and I'm so happy she's here.
I wasn't planning on writing about Francis when I began this post, but sometimes that's the way things go.
Anyway, she just showed up one day last fall at our old place. I saw her in the front yard and then, a bit later in the day, we heard meowing and looked up to see a cat on its hind feet, its front paws on the window sill, peering in through the front porch window. And she kept looking at us and meowing.
Well, it didn't take long and we had picked up some food and put a cardboard box with some rags on the porch. She slept on the porch for a few days, until we started hearing some very vocal foxes in the night right outside our house. They seemed angry that she had moved into their general area, but who knows what they were really saying?
So, then the cat moved into the landlord's garage at night and mostly stayed on the porch during the day. We took her to the vet, decided on a name (Francis--the saint who was a beggar), and just pretty much fell in love.
We left for the holidays and our downstairs neighbor very kindly took her in while we were gone. ***Francis is licking my cereal bowl at the moment.*** We got back and in the summer moved to a new place. She came with and moved into our garage and yard.
Then, while I was away a few months ago, my partner called and asked what I thought about letting her in the house. We both thought "yeah, that sounds like a good idea!" And now she's in the house with us, except for when she wants to get outside for awhile and roll around on her back. So she went from living on the porch and sleeping in a garage to climbing into our bed at night! She's basically the most loving cat and I'm so happy she's here.
I wasn't planning on writing about Francis when I began this post, but sometimes that's the way things go.
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posted by matt iv at 9:56 AM
2 Comments:
That's kinda funny. My parents had this exact same thing happen to them a week ago: a cat suddenly showed up on their doorstep. They let her in because it was cold, and she hasn't left yet. The cat had no collar on or anything, but it was pretty obvious that he belonged to someone. A black cat with white feet. Mom and Dad are calling her "Gypsy."
Francis is just so sweet that we felt someone was maybe missing her, too. We called the Humane Society, checked with them about missing cats, and left our phone number and a description of Francis, in case anyone called looking for her. We also had her checked to see if she had a microchip, but she didn't. And we put an ad on craigslist, describing her and where we found her. We called someone who had posted a lost cat ad and, although the description was similar, it didn't turn out to be Francis they were looking for.
Gypsy is a good name! That's great your folks took her in. If someone is looking for her, I hope they find her. And if no one is looking for her, your folks will give her a great home!
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