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Optimistic, Friendly, Heartwarming Lad

This little fellow showed up in our backyard recently. He has no
out-door kitty skills. He is sweet and refuses to be engaged by
Kitty's through-the-window aggression. He appears to take her hissy
fits as acts of friendly playfulness. It amazes us how open-hearted he
is.

One night he jumped up on the barbecue to cry at me through the
window. I went over to see what he wanted and heard Anton go, "Oh,
it's raining! That's what he's telling us." And that was it. He was
telling us it was raining, letting us know, saying, "Mommy! Daddy!
It's raining! Let Me In!" My heart broke a bit. It hurts to keep him
out.

He will look at me through the window, open-eyed, as if he doesn't
understand why we don't let him in. He found us and he is happy. A
very happy little one.

I remember the first time I fed him. He was so happy he purred out
loud and ate like crazy.

He likes to walk in front of me and often tangles himself in my legs
as he leaps ahead on the narrow path of stepping stones, tail high. He
feels so connected, he feels home and it hurts my heart. For I know he
is an indoor cat. He has other fur siblings. Someone is missing their
cat, and he was so thin.

How long has he been on his own? How long has he been starving and
cold? How long can I keep him outside? I worry about his health, and I
worry that he might have something contagious. I change my clothes
when I visit with him, then change again when I go back inside. But I
am walking on the same wet ground he does, then walk on my floors and
carpet. The same floors and carpet Kitty walks on. He seems healthy,
so I am keeping my fingers crossed for all of our sakes.

I walked the neighborhood tonight handing out little flyers with my
phone number on them, trying to find his home.

This little fellow showed up in our backyard recently. He has no out-door kitty skills. He is sweet and refuses to be engaged by Kitty's through-the-window aggression. He appears to take her hissy fits as acts of friendly playfulness. It amazes us how open-hearted he is.

One night he jumped up on the barbecue to cry at me through the window. I went over to see what he wanted and heard Anton go, "Oh, it's raining! That's what he's telling us." And that was it. He was telling us it was raining, letting us know, saying, "Mommy! Daddy! It's raining! Let Me In!" My heart broke a bit. It hurts to keep him out.

He will look at me through the window, open-eyed, as if he doesn't understand why we don't let him in. He found us and he is happy. A very happy little one.

I remember the first time I fed him. He was so happy he purred out loud and ate like crazy.

He likes to walk in front of me and often tangles himself in my legs as he leaps ahead on the narrow path of stepping stones, tail high. He feels so connected, he feels home and it hurts my heart. For I know he is an indoor cat. He has other fur siblings. Someone is missing their cat, and he was so thin.

How long has he been on his own? How long has he been starving and cold? How long can I keep him outside? I worry about his health, and I worry that he might have something contagious. I change my clothes when I visit with him, then change again when I go back inside. But I am walking on the same wet ground he does, then walk on my floors and carpet. The same floors and carpet Kitty walks on. He seems healthy, so I am keeping my fingers crossed for all of our sakes.

I walked the neighborhood tonight handing out little flyers with my phone number on them, trying to find his home.

Tummy time!!!!!

Kitty pauses, "Shadow? That's only a shadow? Are you sure? Oh, I'm gonna hold very, very still.... Just in case...." Then freezes, holding her breath, listening for all she's worth.

She was used as bait for attack dogs. It is a miracle she's alive. A very sweet, dainty, delicate girl.

Her eyes are really that blue.

I wasn't feeling well after I met her and intended to get back sooner than I did. When I returned she was gone. I have called and asked about her twice and have received no response. I just hope and pray that she was adopted. I was seriously considering adopting her myself. She was crippled because of those attacks and was as sweet as pie. It just kills me to think she might have been put down because no one wanted a disabled kitty.

I finally found out that she wasn't put to sleep! She has a new home and her owner is also "differently-abled", so they both hobble around together. I am so pleased, and grateful to know that there is finally a happy ending.