We’ve seen an orange cat around here and I’m concerned that she’s going to try to eat my chickens. The neighbor said they’ve seen the orange cat catch something in their back yard and eat it . . a mouse I’m hoping. We could use a good mouser but I’m not much of a cat lover. I wouldn’t do it any harm but I just don’t particularly want a cat. Of course, I don’t particularly want mice either.
Every now and then, we hear a tiny little meow. I keep telling Vince there’s a kitten out there but then we see the big, orange cat and he’s sure that it’s a big cat with a little meow. (I think that’s how it is on Mars . . but not on Venus!) :)
Monday morning when Vince was leaving to go to work, he looked at me funny (I’m out on the back porch in my pajamas waving goodbye!) and when I asked what was wrong, he said “I think there’s a critter in front of my car!” He went to investigate but couldn’t see anything so off to work he went.
I was cleaning up in the house and the chickens kept squawking. I walked outside to see what was wrong and they were all standing under the carport, still as could be, staring in the same direction. They do that when there’s a deer in the yard, of if they find a snake, or even when a stranger comes up. I figured it was a snake so I went to investigate. I knew something was there that they weren’t used to seeing. Their faces give away exactly what they’re thinking! OK . . they don’t think much but I still knew something was up by the way they were all staring at something.
Just about the time I got up into the carport, I saw something run by . . it was small and furry. A mouse possibly. I walked around to where I saw it go and here’s what I saw.
Can you see his little face there behind the plastic netting? I called Vince and told him that yes . . there was a critter in front of his car and it was a kitten . . the exact same color as the orange cat we’ve been seeing. Both the big cat and the kitten remind me of Creamsicles but Creamsicle is too long of a name for a kitten.
That evening we put some food out for the kitten and . . it looks like we are the proud owners of an orange kitten. I don’t think the mama cat is taking very good care of it. He looks about 8 weeks old so maybe she thinks it’s time he “launched”. We heard the tiny little meow and Vince went out and saw him and said he’s a cute little kitten. I do not want a cat but it looks like I may not have that option at this point. If he or she is staying, we’ll have to figure out how to catch it when it’s a bit older and get it to the vet to be “fixed”. Sounds like a very good job for Vince, don’t you think? No . . not the neutering part . . catching the cat and taking it to the vet.