there I was, Saturday night, sitting on my porch, having a glass of wine, minding my own business.
suddenly, there she was.
we're used to farm and/or feral cats cutting across the property, watching us from a safe distance.
what I wasn't expecting was this sweetie, climbing up the steps to the back door, begging to go in!
Patrick picked her up, and there was instant purr, no fussing, no scratching.
he handed her to me, while he went in the house to get some food and water.
she has one "bad" eye, looks as though it was an injury, and not an infection.
but she was young, and thin, and coughing a bit, and definitely wanted help.
came to the right place.
I don't know how they know, but they know.
anyway, I called the Door Co. Humane Society, just to check their hours, thinking we would have to quarantine her somehow until Sunday or Monday.
luckily, there was someone there, taking care of orphans, and she said we could bring her in.
I braced myself as we got into the car, but she settled down on a blanket on my lap, and seemed to enjoy the ride.
never made a sound, except for that wonderful purr.
there was one empty cage in the "incoming" room of cats and adorable kittens - cage number 7.
lucky, I'd say.
if we didn't already have Snickers and Spike, I'd keep her.
will have to check back later in the week, find out how she's doing.
I love where we live...





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