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Let's take a little trip back in time to last November

I heard you like adorable kittens

Omg, I haven't looked at those pictures since I took them.  Mia is so big now!!!!  I forgot how tiny and scrappy she was : ((((( I seriously just got teary eyed looking at those.

But that's not the point of this post.  The point is the poster above and what I like to call, "Heather finds a cat; pt 2".  I wish I could promise that this would not be an ongoing saga but it seems that Heather can't help but find herself with extra cats on her hands.

So the other day Heather calls me in to her apt with a pained expression on her face.  She points out to her patio where I see the handsome guy pictured above.  As soon as I see him Heather starts in with, "he's so nice and the girls love him and he's just out there with no collar and I don't know where he came from and he's so nice and I think you should just take him".

It was all a little too familiar for me.  Except my main excuse for not wanting Mia was that I don't want to deal with a kitten so now I had no excuse for why I couldn't immediately take this adult cat off her porch. Except for the fact that I don't want another large cat in my tiny apt, and this cat wasn't necessarily a stray either.  I offered to take Mia and she could take this mystery cat pointing out that they were basically exactly the same.

Heather didn't agree and said I'd missed my chance with Mia.  She felt there was no way this cat was anything but a stray who's only option was death on the streets or a life with me.  She refused to feed it, lecturing me about how strays won't leave if you feed them.  I pointed out that if the detective had gotten lost and was scared and confused I'd like to think that somebody would at least feed him instead of sitting inside with her two overfed cats just staring out at him on the patio and clucking their tongues.  But again my words fell on deaf ears as Heather exclaimed, "You can name him Spots!".

I told her I had to go to work but suggested she make a sign or something to put up in the neighborhood.  As a compromise I left my blinds up all day while I was at work to see if Spots wanted to make friends with the detective.  I wasn't surprised to find out they did not become friends.  The detective is angry.

I was also not surprised when I got home from work to see a man leaving Heather's apt with Spots cradled in his arm.  Apparently, no sooner had Heather put that sign above the mail boxes did she get a call from none other than her next door neighbor on the other side.  Yes, it was his cat who had merely jumped over the fence dividing their patios.  It definitely wasn't extreme for Heather to think that it was a feral street cat who hadn't had a good meal in years.

The good news is that Spots is at home, Heather made friends with "fence neighbors", and it's still just me and the detective together forever.  Although I will say that looking at those pictures of Mia as a kitten really tugged at my heartstrings.   At least I know it's only a matter of time before Heather steals somebody else's pet and then tries to pawn it off on me.

uh oh pt 2

I've been on quite the rollercoaster of emotions with this cat over the past 12 hours.

So I took a walk yesterday, thinking I might end up at Starbucks for an after dinner coffee though I never made it.  I got about 3 quarters of the way there when I started getting blisters and had to turn around, but that is really neither here nor there.  The point is that on my way back I passed by a sign on a phone pole asking if anybody had seen their lost cat that describes this little guy perfectly.

Of course I didn't bring my phone with me on my walk so I had no way to even write the number down, and the cat had still been running around outside because we didn't k now what else to do with it.  Now that I knew it was somebody's pet I was anxious to get home and see if I could catch him and then call them and make their day.

So sure enough last night at dusk the detective starts creeping around all the windows looking outside and making weird noises.  I went outside and this little guy came running right up and I was so excited.  So I brought him inside and set him up with some food and water while Scott drove down to the sign to call them and tell them we had their cat.

I snapped these pictures last night to send to them to confirm that it really was their cat before I tried to wrangle it in to the carrier.  This one is my absolute favorite, it's after he had eaten and could finally relax:

 
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so happy.

So anyways, i'm sitting at home watching dancing with the stars (I voted for wendy) and taking pictures of this little guy and trying to enjoy spending time with him before I take him back to his home.  Until Scott comes back and tells me that he called the number and the woman said it definitely wasn't her cat.  She wasn't even interested in seeing the pictures I took, she just said it wasn't her cat.

First of all, how is that possible.  The description said tiger striped cat with white chest and paws and it was in our neighborhood.  How many cats like that are running around?  It makes me sad because it makes me feel like it's some horrible mother who didn't want the kitten she had bought for her kids after it started to grow up so she got rid of it but then the kids were sad so she made a sign up but never intended to actually take the cat back.

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Or maybe it's really not her cat.  Either way I've really opened a can of worms now by letting this cat in the house.  What am I supposed to do now!  Uggghhhh.