So, we’ve noticed a new kitty around. Pretty girl. A couple of weeks ago, I saw her being chased on a side street by NotWally (nice to see he’s still around).
This kitty has been here eating, but would run when I opened the door.
Last night, she didn’t run. I went outside with a fresh bowl of wet food, sat on the ground and waited for her to come up to the bowl. She did and I started petting her. Then, here comes a little NotWally clone kitten! Now remember, NotWally is so named because he looks like Wally. So, this little kitten, who is probably three or four months old, looks like our departed Wally. No telling the sex, but I almost had it eating at the bowl.
Because mom is tame (I didn’t try picking her up, it’s obvious she’s been on her own for a while), and was most likely dumped, I know she’ll tame up again and hopefully, the kitten will, too. I’m going to try to get the kitten first, then the mama.
She ate two cans of Friskies last night, me petting her the entire time.
When Brian got home from Ranchita, I told him about her and said it would be a shame to get her fixed and then put her back out. He said “you don’t have to”.