I didn’t have random cats showing up at my doorstep when I lived in a neighborhood. That all changed when I moved to the country.
Where do they come from? Who sends them? Do people just get tired of their cats & drop them off here?
Give me understanding.
Our first year Sophie joined our family from the woods. She was starving, pregnant, and homeless. We have loved her ever since (and 2 of her sweet kittens).
This is Sophie.
Then came Tapp, who showed up – found his way onto our screened in back porch and couldn’t find his way out. He just about killed himself and 2 of my children trying to get off the porch. He was scaling the walls, jumping from one screen to the next trying his best to get as far from us as possible. We had both doors propped open just trying to show him the light to freedom. After much hissing, screaming and screen jumping he finally found his way out the door.
Last fall came “Tiger” who briefly appeared and quickly disappeared. We haven’t seen him since.
Then we had “Max” a black and white cat who mysteriously appears along the edge of the woods from time to time. He never stays around, and will go weeks between sightings. Max is a phantom.
Last winter when it was negative 30 degrees we found a new, sweet, black cat curled up in a nesting box in the chicken coop. She was probably trying to find a warm home for the extremely, frigid night. Being the sweet, kind folks we are, we brought her into to our home to warm up only so she could die the next morning in my kitchen. Ugh. Yuck. Dead cat in the kitchen.
The latest cat showed up last week. She is different from the rest. She will let us get near her, even touch her, and hold her, and love her, and call her “George.”
Actually, we are calling her “Ed” not “George.” So, my youngest son was practicing shooting his bow in the side yard and heard a tiny “meow.” There was Ed at the edge of the woods, just a tiny bag of bones that needed a home. The first night we fed her and put her back in the woods where we found her in case her mommy came back for her, or maybe she had a family to return to.
The next morning the tiny meow had returned and it was closer. Ed decided to relocate to underneath our porch. She spent 5 days under the porch, coming out if we delivered a handful of food, or a saucer of fresh milk. Then Ed decided to move to the garage. This afternoon Ed was in my living room. Ed is sweet, lonely, and apparently homeless. Since I have 4 kids, and only 3 cats, it just made sense that we should keep her.