Mystery

There are apparently cat magnets involved in my life. I don't know where they hang out really ... maybe in my aura or in the bottom of my sock drawer. If I had a guess it might be in the hand print I leave on a door knob. That is why they turn up at my door.

Cats adopting me became a dangerously prolithic habit in Cumberland. I appear to have picked up where I once had left off with the feline world.

In search of owner for a beautiful, possibly female, needy, talkative, pick-me-up-and-cuddle-me cat.

She came to our front porch over the last weekend and began talking to anyone in particular. Both dogs noticed but we humans were a little slow to pick up the details. We were in the middle of an electric clipper hair cut.

When I notice the cat I went out to see what the situation was, to meansure her up and figure out why my porch. I never did quite figure out why my porch. She has brown eye and a beautiful white and orange coat, with tabby stripes and a big fluffy tail. She also was very thin hungry and had an eye infection.

I fed her some milk the first night. Dog food and milk the second, and one the thrid day I started giving her kibble for breakfast too. In addition she let me pick her up and rub out the corner of her eye with neosporin. I could tell it stung but there was no hissing, claws or the like.

Each evening that she was here I tried to spend a least a few minutes holding a petting her in the evening.... she loved that.

She became a fixture on the porch during her five, maybe six day stay and her presence did not go unnoticed by or famously focused border collie Ginger... who a week later still spends a good twenty minutes every night seeing if her charge has returned.

They were a funny sight... Ginger in the inside nose to the glass sometimes, sometimes with the ball between her and the glass. Always watching for The Cat. We had to shut the bedroom door at night to make her sleep. Otherwise I was likely in one of my sleepless bouts through the house to trip over her near the threshold.

The Cat for her part stood on hind legs and pawed at the glass. Her toes making these pitiful sqeeking sounds as they slid along the panels. All the while she pleaded with us to let her live inside. It was a tough position to be in, but we have that determined, crazy and sometimes lunging collie Ginger to think about. And there are Marks allergies to consider. Last but not least there is no room for a greater vet bill in our home and we know it.

She is a dear dear cat, very loving and forgiving. If you want her come to the humane society location in Clayton North Carolina. I was not completely sure when I left her there and I keep hoping it was an o.k. location.