I don't know what it is, but the word has gotten around kitty land where I live. No sooner was there a happy ending with the little kitten, another furball comes to me. And I don't even leave food outside for the strays. (I think my current neighbours would complain as we all do live in an apartment block and can understand their reasons.)
This new one is a male tomcat. He's HUGE. I always thought Russell was big despite him being only a year old. But this new guy was double Russell's height. Russell is about 4 to 5kg, (I think 8 to 10lb in the imperial system...not sure). But the sad thing is that this male is mostly just bone.
Anyway I have seen him before meowing and carrying on. Each time I've tried to approach him but he runs off as anything on two legs is a threat. But last night something different happenned. He came up to our door!!! We had our open door with the flyscreen door closed. And Russell, Esper and him started to sniff each other and talk to each other. No idea what the topic was.
Then I shook a box of nibbles and he perked up at that. He obviously knew that it meant food. So I put some nibbles out on a small plate for him and he devoured that in a matter of seconds. Then I offered some wet cat food, sardines and nibbles all at once on the same plate. (Just a small mountain of food.) And he was happy about that. He ate it all! He even let me pat him. So at some stage he must have been someone's pet and possibly could still be. He does have a collar but no tag. And in this town, it's difficult to tell whether an animal is currently owned, stray or feral.
Anyway, after eating he saunters off into the night leaving me with an empty plate. So I come in and close the door and wash the plate thoroughly. A couple of hours we hear what we thought was someone knocking at the door. My bf goes to open it and the stray is there again. Only this time he wants to talk to Russell and Esper.
They all seem to get along. We can't possibly keep him. We simply don't have the room. We are also moving soon to a 3 bedroom unit. And we're lucky to have two cats allowed on our lease and we're not willing to risk it with a third. *sigh* I do hope this fellow can find me again as it doesn't seem he's been fed elsewhere. I have told him where we are moving to.
And the people who helped last time aren't willing to take an animal with a collar. For them a collar = owned animal.