Some of you remember the story of the neighbors' black cat that was spending a lot of time at our house. The one we took to the vet and attempted to have spayed. I say attempted, because when the vet starting making his incision he discovered that she'd already been spayed. She began spending most of her time with us and we let her in the house. I named her Blackberry and she is now an indoor/outdoor cat.
Well, Blackberry has a sister. At least, I think she is her sister. She is a larger, bluer version of Blackberry. She visited our yard many times to play with Blackberry, always wearing a collar. But her visits were sporadic and she would always go back home.
The neighbors put their house up for sale. The house is secluded by trees and we didn't realize the neighbors had moved until the new neighbor came over and introduced herself to my husband. She told my husband that "Bill" (old neighbor) said that he was leaving his cat because he couldn't catch her. He told her her that she could have her if she wanted her. Or, if she didn't want her, the neighbors' (DH and I) would feed her. Here I was worried that Bill would take Blackberry when he moved away and he left everyone behind but the dog!
So now we have a new cat. But she doesn't know she's our cat yet. Bill was right that we would feed her. We have been feeding her and she has been living in the pipe under our driveway. She is a friendly cat, a little on the feisty side, but still sweet. (And contrary to what Bill told the new neighbor, easy to catch.) We feel terrible for her. She seems lost and confused. I bet she doesn't know what to think, being abandoned like that, with no familiar home anymore. I wish Bill would have called and told us his plan. I don't know how long she lived in the woods before she took up residence in the pipe.
We are beginning the introductions to our cats so she can come inside. I'm thinking of naming her Violet, though DH isn't sold on the name.
Well, Blackberry has a sister. At least, I think she is her sister. She is a larger, bluer version of Blackberry. She visited our yard many times to play with Blackberry, always wearing a collar. But her visits were sporadic and she would always go back home.
The neighbors put their house up for sale. The house is secluded by trees and we didn't realize the neighbors had moved until the new neighbor came over and introduced herself to my husband. She told my husband that "Bill" (old neighbor) said that he was leaving his cat because he couldn't catch her. He told her her that she could have her if she wanted her. Or, if she didn't want her, the neighbors' (DH and I) would feed her. Here I was worried that Bill would take Blackberry when he moved away and he left everyone behind but the dog!
So now we have a new cat. But she doesn't know she's our cat yet. Bill was right that we would feed her. We have been feeding her and she has been living in the pipe under our driveway. She is a friendly cat, a little on the feisty side, but still sweet. (And contrary to what Bill told the new neighbor, easy to catch.) We feel terrible for her. She seems lost and confused. I bet she doesn't know what to think, being abandoned like that, with no familiar home anymore. I wish Bill would have called and told us his plan. I don't know how long she lived in the woods before she took up residence in the pipe.
We are beginning the introductions to our cats so she can come inside. I'm thinking of naming her Violet, though DH isn't sold on the name.
:heart3: Good luck with intros and hope they go very well. I love the name Violet - but Blueberry is absolutely adorable and does go well with her new best friend, Blackberry. 
