Ok a little cat has found me, he is a skinny, bag of bones but a gorgeous little cat, really friendly and all he wants is some company, love and food. He is gorgeous bless 'im.
My neighbour and I have asked around if anyone has lost a cat, to no avail. We reckon he has been dumped. We have been feeding him every day and when my neighbour is in the garden he has kept her company.
Day before yesterday the weather was so bad I had to bring him in the house, my two cats were growling and not happy but he ate a little food and spent a few hours sat on Mr WTs lap, I couldnt bear for the little fella to be out in the rain and wind.
My neighbour is moving house is a week and she has hinted at maybe taking him with them, she has been taking him in to their flat for a few housrs early evening but putting him back in our rear porch in the night, he is there every morning when we open the back door at half 7. He just wants to come in and be warm and loved.
Mr WT phoned the local CPL to see if they had space for him, but they have a v long waiting list and are full. Then we phoned our cattery as they also have a rehoming centre. They phoned me back today. I was inconsolable on the phone to the woman. I couldnt stop crying describing him. (Im starting to well up again now, writing this).
I need to check with my neighbour if she really wants to take him with her when she moves, if not then there are two options - we take him in or the cattery owner said she would take him into the rehoming centre once we get him checked out at the vets and castrated (they would pay for that)
Good grief its a cat, I cant stop blubbing about him poor little furry bugger. Why am I so flippin soft and how can I stop being a blubbering wreck?