Well, so much for Baloo being somebody's cat. I know he's not feral (that's for darned sure!). He disappeared for a few days, but he's also an unaltered male, so that makes sense. He's been back for several days now, and tonight it just happens to be pouring rain.
Okay, no problem. He's got plenty of porches to sit on, and that's fine. He can be out of the rain, no problem. It's not cold tonight, and he's not going to get wet.
Then DH and I come home from our day out, and he's sitting on a neighbor's porch. He takes one look at me, and the next thing I know, he's *in my lap*. Wow! Okay...
I gather up my things from watching the rain and petting Baloo, and start to head into the house. I've got to get Whisper and Reagan away from the door, because Reagan is admiring the handsome tom (as is our next-door-neighbor's female cat, I might add
). I open the door to head in, and suddenly there are *two* gray cats in my living room. Now how did *that* happen?
Ack! DH and I had just been talking about my plans for Face. "No more cats." Well Baloo decided that just couldn't happen...
Not that I mind, mind you. It's a lot all at once, believe me, but I figure that these babies need loving homes (or fostering, for that matter) and they're coming to us for a reason -- we love animals.
Neither of us is upset about the situation. If he wants to go out, that's fine. I'm just going to grab Whisper's collar and put it on Baloo and get Baloo a tag tomorrow so that we can try to either find his owner or make sure that if something happens to him before we can decide if we now have three indoor and one outdoor cats, people know who to contact.
Go figure! Such has become our lives.
Okay, no problem. He's got plenty of porches to sit on, and that's fine. He can be out of the rain, no problem. It's not cold tonight, and he's not going to get wet.
Then DH and I come home from our day out, and he's sitting on a neighbor's porch. He takes one look at me, and the next thing I know, he's *in my lap*. Wow! Okay...
I gather up my things from watching the rain and petting Baloo, and start to head into the house. I've got to get Whisper and Reagan away from the door, because Reagan is admiring the handsome tom (as is our next-door-neighbor's female cat, I might add
Ack! DH and I had just been talking about my plans for Face. "No more cats." Well Baloo decided that just couldn't happen...
Not that I mind, mind you. It's a lot all at once, believe me, but I figure that these babies need loving homes (or fostering, for that matter) and they're coming to us for a reason -- we love animals.
Neither of us is upset about the situation. If he wants to go out, that's fine. I'm just going to grab Whisper's collar and put it on Baloo and get Baloo a tag tomorrow so that we can try to either find his owner or make sure that if something happens to him before we can decide if we now have three indoor and one outdoor cats, people know who to contact.
Go figure! Such has become our lives.