There is a kitty that's been around since last month. I mentioned our first meeting last month.
Well, I started feeding him a few weeks ago. He didn't seem like he was feeling well, so I added antibiotics to the food. He didn't mind. He ate. Breakfast and dinner. After a week of feeding him, I was able to pet him. Then he started coming into the gated entryway for food, patiently sitting there. He'd hiss at me, but just waited until the food was down.
I started petting him more and he was okay with it. I left the front door open so the other cats could see him. Spot was very unhappy.
It became more obvious that this kitty has never been a feral cat, but an abandoned cat. Ferals don't let you pet them, even when they're eating. Ferals don't let you see their bellies. Nope, this boy has been abandoned. This boy, who we call Tommy.
I told Brian last weekend that I want to catch Tommy in the morning and put him in a carrier and take him to the vet for testing and neutering, then bring him in to his new forever home.
As soon as I knew it would work, I would make the call to the vet and make an appointment, I figured I'd give it this week.
Do you think I've seen him in the morning? Nope. Not since Monday. Sure, it's only two mornings and he's here at night, but damn it. Someone must have told him and I'm betting it was one of the cats.
Dude! I took a couple of pictures of him, but it was through the fence and I couldn't see what I was taking pictures of. I was just pointing the camera and shooting. If I can get any of them to look decent, I'll share them.