Squirt's a Hero!

I was sitting at the computer typing this afternoon, and the cats were out on the porch. Squirt began meowing, as he is prone to do a lot. When he wouldn't quit, I went out to see what he was talking about. Out there in the yard was a baby kitten. We went out to him. He wasn't feral, or didn't appear to be, as he came to us. Just as we were trying to figure out what to do with him, my neighbor came out. It was her baby who had made an escape from the house. We got a hold of him, although he was wanting to scamper away. So, he's home, safe and sound. Squirt's the hero of the day for discovering the little wandering guy.

Not the most exciting story in the world, but my cats are routinely pretty dull.

Well, I'm just glad he was able to put all that yakking he does to some good use. Joseph was of no use, since he can't meow.

The sad part is that I hesitate to bring them in because of possible FIV. Seems more times than not, some stray has it.

Glad he was on the alert Deb. Lost kitties don't often get found that quickly!

Kitty Kisses for Squirt!!!!
That is a nice story to hear this morning.

How smart he was to alert you to the stranger! And how good you were to actually look rather than assume it was a squirrel or something. You were a real Christmas angel!

Oh, Sunlion, if only you knew! I tried "talking him down", as he regularly starts conversations when he wants something. When he just wouldn't quiet down, I had to go and look as to what all the fuss was about.

I swear our kitties are smarter than even we give them credit for sometimes!

What a great story!

My God, Cat, that was lucky! I'm glad Murphy is back safe and sound. This morning I couldn't find Joey when I got up. I looked in all his usual hiding places. I kept thinking I accidently left him on the porch overnight. Finally he came prancing out from who-knows-where. Little brat. All this after a rather bizarre dream in which I found Squirt near a big wreck between a train and a tractor trailer and he had a broken leg. Note to self: lay off Spanish food on Christmas eve.

Bad boy Opie!!!
Poor mom getting all messed up before she has to go to family. I hope he has had enough of the 'great outdoors'

I suppose it depends on what you feed them, but we have something we call "the Universal Cat Call". If we've been calling Blackie for a while and we know he's nearby but he won't actually come in, we take a can of cat food outside. As soon as we pop the top he appears, and if we take the lid off all the way, he runs into the house and sits by his dish. I have never had a cat refuse to come, unless he was too far away to hear it.