Picture it: Central Alberta, 2021. It's a dark and stormy night. I've just put the children to bed, tucking them in with hugs and kisses. I hear something. It sounds like a cat meowing. I think to myself that maybe the kids left one of their iPads on with a game playing. I go to check, but the sound seems to be coming from outside. Thunder rumbles. The meowing gets louder.
I step outside on to the deck, my housecoat flails in the high winds, and there, looking up at me with innocent yellow eyes is an orange tabby.
The above is a detailed account of the actual events that transpired two nights ago. The TL:DR version is simply that an orange tabby cat showed up at my house two nights ago during a storm.
The cat meowed and meowed and even found my bedroom window to meow at when I went to bed. Finally, I got up and gave it some of the leftover shepherd's pie from supper and it left me alone.
In the morning, I assumed that it was gone and that I probably wouldn't see it again.
It came back around mid-morning and meowed again until I gave it a hot dog. Then it stuck around until bed time, at one point even making its way into the house when the kids didn't close the door properly.
The cat is a very friendly male cat that has clearly been malnourished, but is also neutered. I checked for any ear tattoo and found none, then I checked the local lost-and-found sites to see if anyone had reported this handsome fellow as missing. But I did find out that many people in the local community have a habit of adopting kittens and then, when they become adult cats, bringing them out to the country and dropping them off.
I'm going to be printing out a couple of flyers to hang in some of the local towns and taking the cat in to the vet to see if it has a microchip. We'll see. In the meantime, he has a very safe and cozy spot to live on our back deck where he can come and go as he pleases, and I'll be picking up some cat food so I don't have to feed him all of my hot dogs.
My kids are adamant that he is ours, now, and have taken to calling him Rocky. In a way, I'm really quite hoping that my search for his owners is unfruitful. The morning of the day he showed up, my daughter was asking Siri "Siri, how do I get a cat?" Apparently, good things come to those who wait?
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