Stray domestic animals are dropped in the country, sad to say, all the time. Apparently, there's a hobo marker on our mailbox that says "sucker"! When we had large hunting dogs that ran free, we were seldom aware of the wondering feline traffic.
Our neighbors, transplants from a large urban area, didn't understand the little hobo paw print on their mailbox. They definitely didn't understand if you once (just once) feed a stray, it adopts you forever. Or that the first fed stray puts another little paw print on your mailbox post that says "Serious sucker!". They now have a cast of many they feed and let reside in their shed.
Bitsey showed up as a tiny kitten and I rescued her literally from the mouth of one of the hunting dogs. She lacks instinct but is full of intelligence and personality. Hence an inside cat.
If you're an animal lover and have lived long enough, pets come and go. It evolves like friends. And like friends, they have definite personalities. It's always a bit of a cowboy ritual when a new animal arrives. They circle, the smell, they hiss or growl and they size each other up. Someone comes out as dominate. If not, they continue the above ritual until they drive their owners crazy.
|Bond, James Bond|
It took another day of his climbing up my back every time I bent down to weed where he would start purring as if I'd invited him to a play day. He'd jump out to play with my gloved hands and make a game of most every task I'd try to undertake. Seriously, God must have known if he didn't make kittens so darn cute, there would be way too many strays.
My husband walks the path to the shed, followed by the dog, who is then followed by the kitten. What the dog does, the kitten does. On a chilly morning, they both emerged from the dog house after a night cuddled.
|Me & my shadow|
Bond has been to the vet, been bathed, been fumigated, has his own water and feed bowls and bed. Yeah, there's a paw print on our mailbox post for sure!