While Nellie and I have made a cat friend on our walks, it's a bit unusual for cats to warm up to people with dogs by their side. Yesterday was a bit different. A cat came up to Nick's Mom, K, meowing and running between her ankles. He not only allowed himself to be stroked, but insisted upon it. OK - right there - a bit odd. He looked thin, so K and I were worried and discussed how we could help him. Being dog folks, we had no ready cat food or treats at hand. We were a bit relieved to learn that other people in the neighborhood did put out food for the roaming cats, but no one could point to a guardian. No collar, so K immediately named him BetaMax. Sounded good to me.
After securing Nellie to the fence, I walked over to this beautiful boy and he happily allowed me to stroke and scratch him. Worried about him roaming in a coyote friendly neighborhood, K and I discussed having me take him home. Long suffering partner is actually a cat person. The whole rescuing dogs thing was foisted on to him by me. Not that cats aren't wonderful, but allergies to them are no fun. Our worry for taking him in is the road by our house we call killer alley. Let's just say that drivers have not improved their habits. In fact, it's gotten worse.
In spite of her better judgment, K found some food later and put it out for BetaMax. He was so appreciative, he flopped down outside her door and stared in. Alas, that sent poor Nick into peeing on the floor mode and so BetaMax had to be left to his own devices. But don't worry, both K and I will be keeping an eye out, and will make sure he's doing well.
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