I picked up my friend after work tonight (well, really this morning since her shift ends at 3:15 a.m.) and we decided to go to IHOP. When we arrived, there was a guy out front holding the most adorable black and white kitten. I figured the kitten belonged to him, and we went inside. While in the restaurant, the waitress commented that the kitten had been hanging around out front, and she gave him some fish, since he seemed hungry. Again, we didn't think much of it, so we ate our meals and paid the bill.
When we went outside, the guy was gone. We petted the kitty and then walked toward the car. The kitty, who didn't seem very street smart, tried to follow us. I held him for a bit, looked at my friend and then went back inside to ask the waitress about his story. She said he had just shown up there earlier in the evening. He was super friendly, and he appeared to be lost. Since I had already set up the extra bedroom so my friend's cats could visit, we took him home so that I can take him to the vet to check for the chip. The waitress was very happy (she had been worried about him), and now I have a third cat in my house.
I'm going to call my vet soon, but I know that the chances of this friendly guy actually having a home are really slim. He was likely abandoned, though he is so friendly that he must have had a home at one time. I really was not looking for another cat--my rule has always been that I only have two hands so I can only have two cats--but I have a feeling that he isn't going anywhere. My older cat is a bit stressed by hearing him, but he does okay if I keep him in my bedroom. My younger cat is fascinated and I think he'd really like having a little buddy.
Why am I such a sucker? I know that most people would have just left the little guy on the sidewalk, but I couldn't seem to do that (my friend didn't help though, as she was encouraging me to take him home). I'm not sure how I'm going to afford a third cat--I really hope he's healthy.
When we went outside, the guy was gone. We petted the kitty and then walked toward the car. The kitty, who didn't seem very street smart, tried to follow us. I held him for a bit, looked at my friend and then went back inside to ask the waitress about his story. She said he had just shown up there earlier in the evening. He was super friendly, and he appeared to be lost. Since I had already set up the extra bedroom so my friend's cats could visit, we took him home so that I can take him to the vet to check for the chip. The waitress was very happy (she had been worried about him), and now I have a third cat in my house.
I'm going to call my vet soon, but I know that the chances of this friendly guy actually having a home are really slim. He was likely abandoned, though he is so friendly that he must have had a home at one time. I really was not looking for another cat--my rule has always been that I only have two hands so I can only have two cats--but I have a feeling that he isn't going anywhere. My older cat is a bit stressed by hearing him, but he does okay if I keep him in my bedroom. My younger cat is fascinated and I think he'd really like having a little buddy.
Why am I such a sucker? I know that most people would have just left the little guy on the sidewalk, but I couldn't seem to do that (my friend didn't help though, as she was encouraging me to take him home). I'm not sure how I'm going to afford a third cat--I really hope he's healthy.