last thursday night, randy and i went to Menard’s on the west side of town to buy some flowers and mulch. after quite a time doing that, we headed out of the parking lot, right next to the big electric substation. and there in the gravel, randy saw a kitty.
we stopped the car. the kitty came up to us. he was a little skittish, but very, very friendly and sweet.
i said “i’m going to take him home.” i tried to call kevin to confer with him, but he didn’t answer.
i walked back into menard’s and bought a litter box, a carrier and some cat treats while randy played with the kitty out in the parking lot.
we got him into the carrier and he didn’t meow much as we carried him home. we did stop at a new soft-serve frozen place that is the BEST PLACE EVER, but then we went right home.
i fixed a place for him in our little basement bathroom. he seemed pretty darn happy in there.
HERE IS HIS CUTE PICTURE.
kevin thought we should name him Les Paul, since i found him on les paul’s birthday. on friday i took les to the vet. he seemed utterly at ease. here he is, in the examining room. after he’d sprawled out on the scale, he jumped onto the little couch and relaxed. he’s very, very mellow. and very, very sweet. even though he’d been abandoned at menard’s, clearly he’s been around people before.
friday night, he had the run of the entire basement, which is pretty darned big. i kept waking up, hearing him crying.
in the morning kevin got up first and found that the kitty had sprayed and sprayed, and sprayed some more. Les and winnie had an encounter, and apparently les jumped on winnie’s back and bit him.
kevin then said that his name was “leaving soon.”
uh oh. i called a couple people, asking if anybody would take a cat. i was unhappy about it, because i felt that poor little les deserved a second chance.
kevin agreed that we could get him neutered and see how he does.
jim suggested we move Les to the hottub room off the bedroom – their dogs have stayed there plenty of times, and all the animals love the hot tub room.
really, who wouldn’t?
i took les to the APL this morning for the snipping. somebody told me that it’s not going to change him immediately, and we need to give him three weeks of adjustment. i’m borrowing a big cage so he can sit in that amongst us and winnie can get comfortable around him.
meanwhile, amy fixed him a little fort under the chair in the hot tub room. if amy could get a job arranging pets, she could make a lot of money at it. she’s always swaddling her dogs, and dragging mollie into a bed for maximum comfort and relaxation.
he’s SO CUTE!!! i’m hoping that he’ll work out here. worst case, my friend erica’s mom lives in the country and would let him be an outside cat. but he NEEDS to sit on somebody’s lap; he’s really, really affectionate and loving and gentle and sweet.
except around winnie.
but hopefully he’s going to change for the better. at the APL, one woman i talked to said that he’d have a 50% chance of not spraying anymore after neutering, but another woman i know who knows a lot about cats said she’s confident that he’ll change. so let’s go with that.
ok then,
mrs. wednesday afternoon hughes.