Now for my last acquisition--another
charcoal gray (a tom) that had
up at my great-aunt's apartment. She
two cats, and didn't want another, so
wasn't allowed in--but that didn't
him from begging.
He was able, luckily, to scrounge
food to live, but was starved for
affection. He would visit me outside
window at night when I stayed over to
help out my great-aunt (she's in bad
health and sometimes needs a sitter
He seemed so gentle and loveable,
when talk around the apartment
turned to taking him off and dumping
somewhere, my heart began to bleed.
I noticed him limping,and that was
decided I had a new cat. I went out
that very night and brought
him in, so that we could go to the
office the next morning. When I got
inside, I discovered why such a
kitty had been caught homeless. He
covered with small sores and patches
baldness. I thought it must be
he spent the night in the bathroom.
Luckily, it turned out to be
allergies, which were cleared up
one shot. Now, over a month later,
is a happy and healthy friend of mine.