Week end before last we and guests thought we heard a kitty meowing. This went on all day Friday and Saturday. Looked around. No kitty. Saturday night I stepped outside (I'm a night person and heard of hearing) and thought I heard a kitty meowing. So. I got the flashlight and looked all around the back yard, In the trees. On the roof. No kitty.
Sunday morning the wife woke me up. "You gotta come out hear." So I get up and go the the back porch. "Theres a kitten meowing 'under the porch.' Sure enough. The porch sits almost on the ground. So. Out comes the shovel to make a couple tunnels for kitty escape. Kitty does not make an appearance. Put down a piece of meat and a bowl of milk. Still no kitty.
Now can you imagine a mature lady (Senior citizen. I gotta be careful here.) on her tummy at the edge of the porch saying, "Here Kitty, kitty, kitty?"
We sat in our chairs and waited. Finally after about thirty minutes this little black and white fuzz ball comes out from under the porch. He (she, it, whatever.) He sits on the ground for a while looking at us. Final he makes an attempt to jump onto the porch. He lets me reach over and place him on the porch. We just sat there and let him decide what he was going to do. After a bit I wiggled my fingers at floor level. He cautiously approached my hand and started licking my fingers.
Now. Hold that thought. I have never been a cat people. Have had a couple large dogs but never a cat. So. My little bride says, "Oh. He is so cute." I responded with, "That cat ain't stayin'." So. I drove down to the dollar store and got some kitten food and kitty litter.
Monday I head into town. "Get some powdered kitten milk while your in town." "That cat ain't stayin'." Kitten loves the kitty milk.
Tuesday I am at the farm store telling the girl at the counter that cat ain't stayin'. So she has me wait a second. Then brings me something to take home. Kitty loves the mat with catnip in it. And loves the tennis ball someone dropped off for him.
So. Its been eight days since Boots came out from under the porch. That cat ain't stayin'. I got him on of those toys you hang on something so he can swat at it and wrestle with it. He is always on my lap chewing on fingers. He is now sitting next to the keyboard swatting at the keys as I type this. Spell Check works. Dumb cat can't spell. "You ain't stayin' and quit looking at me like that."
Sunday morning the wife woke me up. "You gotta come out hear." So I get up and go the the back porch. "Theres a kitten meowing 'under the porch.' Sure enough. The porch sits almost on the ground. So. Out comes the shovel to make a couple tunnels for kitty escape. Kitty does not make an appearance. Put down a piece of meat and a bowl of milk. Still no kitty.
Now can you imagine a mature lady (Senior citizen. I gotta be careful here.) on her tummy at the edge of the porch saying, "Here Kitty, kitty, kitty?"
We sat in our chairs and waited. Finally after about thirty minutes this little black and white fuzz ball comes out from under the porch. He (she, it, whatever.) He sits on the ground for a while looking at us. Final he makes an attempt to jump onto the porch. He lets me reach over and place him on the porch. We just sat there and let him decide what he was going to do. After a bit I wiggled my fingers at floor level. He cautiously approached my hand and started licking my fingers.
Now. Hold that thought. I have never been a cat people. Have had a couple large dogs but never a cat. So. My little bride says, "Oh. He is so cute." I responded with, "That cat ain't stayin'." So. I drove down to the dollar store and got some kitten food and kitty litter.
Monday I head into town. "Get some powdered kitten milk while your in town." "That cat ain't stayin'." Kitten loves the kitty milk.
Tuesday I am at the farm store telling the girl at the counter that cat ain't stayin'. So she has me wait a second. Then brings me something to take home. Kitty loves the mat with catnip in it. And loves the tennis ball someone dropped off for him.
So. Its been eight days since Boots came out from under the porch. That cat ain't stayin'. I got him on of those toys you hang on something so he can swat at it and wrestle with it. He is always on my lap chewing on fingers. He is now sitting next to the keyboard swatting at the keys as I type this. Spell Check works. Dumb cat can't spell. "You ain't stayin' and quit looking at me like that."
So glad you are here! You're wife looks so happy holding that precious kitty that already has you wrapped around her tiny little paw 
