Well, today I’ve decided it’s official. I am now an owner of TWO cats.
This little beauty arrived late Christmas night, crying outside of my front door in the near freezing cold. I brought him in, and fed him (and boy! did he eat). He had a collar, so I figured he belonged to my new neighbor, and would take him home in the morning. However, my new neighbor, Bethany, disavowed all knowledge of said kitten.
The little fellow, who I figured was maybe four or five months old, was very well mannered, used to being handled, clean, and as I said, had a flea collar. Perhaps he was lost? So, I continued to let him come in for a bite, and some warmth, hoping whoever he belonged to would get tired of his ever increasingly long time away from his “real” home, and prevent him from roaming.
Mom and I decided we had to call him something, so in honor of my now-departed (and much beloved) Gator Coach, we decided to call him Urbie (after Urban Meyer). Of course, the Iguana Man, after noticing the quantities of food this kitten slurped, decided he was a “Mooch”. And alas, since then, it’s more or less been “Mooch”, although I prefer “Urbie Moocher”.
It’s been three weeks, and Urbie Moocher is now here virtually 24/7. The Empress has only hissed and fussed a bit at him, which is unusual….she usually tries to kill anything and everything on four legs, regardless of size (she once tried to destroy the old neighbors’ 140 lb. mastiff). Although I suspect she may have chomped Urbie’s back leg, as he’s been limping a bit and I found a small wound today. But he’s on the mend.
We’ve been checking the Lost & Found, and asking the neighbors….no one seems to know where this little fellow came from. I suspect he was an unwanted Christmas gift, summarily dumped in a “nice” neighborhood. Where he had the good sense to cry at my doorstep. And win me over.
“Little” Urbie Mooch has grown like a weed. He was rather smallish three weeks ago, but he has a fat little belly and is almost as long (when stretched out) as the Empress is.
So. I’m going to call the vet tomorrow and make an appointment to get him his shots and have him fixed.
I had been thinking of getting a dog, but now that we’re once again a two-cat family, I don’t think so. Funny how Santa fixes that, isn’t it? I couldn’t have found a sweeter nor more adorable little kitten (and I’m not a fan of baby kittens…this one is just right, not too young, and not too old). Just right.
~ Blonde Gator
Update: Urbie went to the Vet today…he weighs 5 lbs. 14 oz. The doctor said he thought Urbie to be approximately six months old, and felt that he is a purebred Snoe Shoe Siamese cat (known for their white paws), of the long haired variety. All of the staff went crazy over Urbie, he had his foot fixed (it was an abscess) was neutered, microchipped, and had the works as far as shots, blood tests, flea treatment, etc. So he’s resting peacefully, if not a little groggily, and we have the medicinal flush for his foot wound.
<Edit2> After doing a bit of research, I joined catforum.com, and posted (as is required) an introductory thread…where several members pointed out that Urbie is probably not a Snow Shoe Siamese, rather, he appeared to be a purebred Ragdoll Cat. Of course, it doesn’t matter one iota, he is only one thing…precious to me.