New Roommate
The stray cat who has been crying outside my apartment for over a week has moved in. According to the neighbor lady who had been feeding her (assume it's a her; will ask vet to confirm), she and a B&W kitten were dumped in the parking lot one afternoon by two "skanks" (her word, probably apt) who took off. The kitten stopped coming around a day or two later and is presumed dead. This one has a slight wound above one eye; apparently most of the "strays" around here are actually feral. This one, you can see where the collar used to be.
I wasn't going to get involved, but while I was sitting on my dumpster futon eating dinner last night a group of five tweenage kids threw things at it and kicked it; it scratched one of them and they ran off before I got outside. It came over and sat next to me, and that's when I knew I was doomed. The neighbor putting out kibbles wasn't home last night, but was tonight (after it had already rubbed all over me in gratitude for gooshyfood), and now I have a cat. That uses the Zen garden, thank God.
Tomorrow I'm going to call this guy and get her checked out as soon as possible.
No, I don't know how I'm going to get a cat back to Milwaukee.
Bryan was going to break the news to FUZZ. *eek*