Kitty
jj gets up at 7:00 to workout, I get up a little later and go work out when he is finished. When he left this morning there was a cat scratching and meowing at our front door to be let in. When he came back and I was about to leave he showed me the cat and I let him in. As you all know I will let anyone into the house: salesmen, stray cats, crazy teenagers. So the kitty walked around for a minute and decided that it would take a nap under the Christmas tree. But it was not our cat and we thought that someone would be looking for it, so we made it go outside and I left to workout. When I came back from the gym the cat was gone and I thought that maybe he had gone home.
Around 10 this morning I could hear him out at the front door again and I let him in. I brought Gentry down to see the cat and they were fast friends. Gentry went back upstairs to watch a movie and explain the to the cat the inner workings of our house. I was washing dishes downstairs. When I came back upstairs the kitty was busy rubbing himself against every surface that did not smell like him. Which of course would be them all, this particular kitty had not visited before. He was quite a site to behold rubbing himself like a slinky up and down the stairs. I do not even know how to describe it so that you would be able to picture it. Maybe like cat jello slurping down the stairs.
Eventually I called the HOA and told them and they told me to call Animal Control. So I did. They came and got the kitty and said that they would scan him for a microchip and that someone probably would call tonight or in the morning. I hope so.
But seeing Gentry with the kitty really made me think that maybe we need one. Gentry was so happy to be in charge of someone. “Kitty come here.” “Kitty, my mommie!” “Kitty, no on bed!” And if I would have let him I am sure that he would have smothered the kitty with love and affection for the rest of his kitty days.
Of course, there is the part, where I have never owned a pet and also the part about me and Gentry being allergic to them. hmmmm
Also, this kitty was a tabby? the kind that is kind of gray and stripped different colors and he had a white tip on this tail and his little feet were white and he had a white tummy. He was still kind of a young adult cat, I bet, because he still wanted to play a little. Old cats kind of like to sleep a lot and not play as much. So if you know where it belongs it is with the city.