EGADS!!! ANOTHER ONE!!!!!

This morning, bleary eyed and still in my jammies (baggy shorts & T-shirt
that not-fit-for-wear-in-public), I take some seed out to the bird feeders
(instead of filling them completely, and letting it all go to the squirrels,
I do like my Mom, and only put about a cup in each feeder every morning).
As I get to the back door to come back in, I hear what sounds like a cat
screaming - and it's sounds like it's coming from the 'low rent' apartments
a block up the road. I call DH out (he's still in his jammies too), and we
both listen.

It could be a cat/kitten in distress, or a bird (sometimes they sound like
cats), so DH goes back inside to get dressed, as I take off in the direction
I think it's coming from, which is north. As I get to the northwest corner
of the house, and am standing in the driveway, I realize it's not coming
from the north, but from the *east*, so I take off down the driveway,
occasionally calling out "kitty" as I do so. by the time I get to the
northwest corner of the house, it's starting to sound 'echo-ey'. I get to
the road, and it is *much* louder, and I realize it's coming from the front
porch of the house-for-sale across the street (the one that had a tree land
on it's roof this past spring - BTW, it was selling for 94thou, but they've
lowered it to 85thou). They are having an open-house there today from 1-4,
and yesterday, we noticed they were bringing some things over to make it
look more inviting (plants, decorations, etc....), and when they left, they
left the enclosed front porch door standing open. As I cross the street, I
hear the more-and-more desperate cries of the poor critter. I surmise that
the cries are coming from the porch. As I go up their driveway, and
approach the house, I call out again.

The cries stop.

And then here comes a little tortie kitten trotting down the steps.
CUTE!!!!! She runs right up to me, and I scoop her up, and then step onto
the empty porch to make sure there's no other cats/kittens there. Nuttin.
By this time DH is dressed and looking for me. He finds me holding the
kitty in the driveway across the street (and, remember, I'm still in my
jammies), and trots across to us. He asks where 'it' was. I reply that
*she* was on the open front porch. He says "maybe it's theirs". I replied
"nobody lives there!). He wanted to know if there was any food/water dishes
left there for 'it'. I say it's a *her*. He asks how I know. I reply that
99.9% of torties/calicos are female.

Anyway, there were no food/water or anything (besides a potted plant) on
that front porch. So we brought her back over to our house. On the walk
back up our driveway, I cradled her on her back, and checked her belly for a
spay scar, and her teeth so try and guess her age. She was kinda squirmy
(she wanted to climb up on my shoulder and purrrrrrrrrrrr, and knead), but
looked like she had her big-kitty teeth, but no spay scar. I did, however,
spot a flea scamper across her belly as I looked.

So Kitty is now ensconced on *our* front porch, with food water and litter,
and since she has big kitty teeth, she was Frontlined.

We estimate her age to be about 12-14 weeks old.

We are going to canvas the neighbors over there in a bit to see if anyone is
missing a kitten.

She was crying on our front porch for a bit, but has now settled down on the
old towel we gave her for a bed.

Dh is calling her Sally....sigh

Oop - there are workers at the for-sale house again, DH went over there to
talk to them, and they say it belongs to the people that live in a rental
trailer next door to that house (owned by the same people that are selling
the house), and they said it was following them around and crying at them
yesterday.

DH siad the trailer-people just left their property, probably going to
church. We will go speak to them later today.

We did manage to take one *good* piccie of her (she's leaning over, getting
ready to flop on her side and do upside downy head), posted at
http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020gxsvEC
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"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message
...

(snippage)

So Kitty is now ensconced on *our* front porch, with food water and
litter,
and since she has big kitty teeth, she was Frontlined.

We estimate her age to be about 12-14 weeks old.

We are going to canvas the neighbors over there in a bit to see if anyone
is
missing a kitten.

She was crying on our front porch for a bit, but has now settled down on
the
old towel we gave her for a bed.

Dh is calling her Sally....sigh


She's so pretty! I would say that if she's crying out like that, she's
either not happy with where she's at or she's not getting food and/or water.
Thank you for looking out for her. Do you have any ideas what you're going
to do now (other than talk to the people who claim to own her)? I don't
think they know how to take care of a cat and as such, they don't deserve
one. Again, thank you for being such a warm-hearted person. :~)

kili

oh my god, how ever are you going to manage? You have a cat farm.

Lily & her mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time
"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message
...
This morning, bleary eyed and still in my jammies (baggy shorts & T-shirt
that not-fit-for-wear-in-public), I take some seed out to the bird feeders
(instead of filling them completely, and letting it all go to the
squirrels, I do like my Mom, and only put about a cup in each feeder every
morning). As I get to the back door to come back in, I hear what sounds
like a cat screaming - and it's sounds like it's coming from the 'low
rent' apartments a block up the road. I call DH out (he's still in his
jammies too), and we both listen.

It could be a cat/kitten in distress, or a bird (sometimes they sound like
cats), so DH goes back inside to get dressed, as I take off in the
direction I think it's coming from, which is north. As I get to the
northwest corner of the house, and am standing in the driveway, I realize
it's not coming from the north, but from the *east*, so I take off down
the driveway, occasionally calling out "kitty" as I do so. by the time I
get to the northwest corner of the house, it's starting to sound
'echo-ey'. I get to the road, and it is *much* louder, and I realize it's
coming from the front porch of the house-for-sale across the street (the
one that had a tree land on it's roof this past spring - BTW, it was
selling for 94thou, but they've lowered it to 85thou). They are having an
open-house there today from 1-4, and yesterday, we noticed they were
bringing some things over to make it look more inviting (plants,
decorations, etc....), and when they left, they left the enclosed front
porch door standing open. As I cross the street, I hear the more-and-more
desperate cries of the poor critter. I surmise that the cries are coming
from the porch. As I go up their driveway, and approach the house, I call
out again.

The cries stop.

And then here comes a little tortie kitten trotting down the steps.
CUTE!!!!! She runs right up to me, and I scoop her up, and then step onto
the empty porch to make sure there's no other cats/kittens there. Nuttin.
By this time DH is dressed and looking for me. He finds me holding the
kitty in the driveway across the street (and, remember, I'm still in my
jammies), and trots across to us. He asks where 'it' was. I reply that
*she* was on the open front porch. He says "maybe it's theirs". I
replied "nobody lives there!). He wanted to know if there was any
food/water dishes left there for 'it'. I say it's a *her*. He asks how I
know. I reply that 99.9% of torties/calicos are female.

Anyway, there were no food/water or anything (besides a potted plant) on
that front porch. So we brought her back over to our house. On the walk
back up our driveway, I cradled her on her back, and checked her belly for
a spay scar, and her teeth so try and guess her age. She was kinda
squirmy (she wanted to climb up on my shoulder and purrrrrrrrrrrr, and
knead), but looked like she had her big-kitty teeth, but no spay scar. I
did, however, spot a flea scamper across her belly as I looked.

So Kitty is now ensconced on *our* front porch, with food water and
litter, and since she has big kitty teeth, she was Frontlined.

We estimate her age to be about 12-14 weeks old.

We are going to canvas the neighbors over there in a bit to see if anyone
is missing a kitten.

She was crying on our front porch for a bit, but has now settled down on
the old towel we gave her for a bed.

Dh is calling her Sally....sigh

Oop - there are workers at the for-sale house again, DH went over there to
talk to them, and they say it belongs to the people that live in a rental
trailer next door to that house (owned by the same people that are selling
the house), and they said it was following them around and crying at them
yesterday.

DH siad the trailer-people just left their property, probably going to
church. We will go speak to them later today.

We did manage to take one *good* piccie of her (she's leaning over,
getting ready to flop on her side and do upside downy head), posted at
http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020gxsvEC
--�
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy
former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep

In news Irulan purred:
oh my god, how ever are you going to manage? You have a cat farm.

I was joking with Lynn, widow of our TED, when I went to the office to pick
up heartworm, frontline and med-shampoo for Mad (the d-pet), that maybe we
should apply for 501(c)3 tax exempt status as a 'cat shelter' LOL.



Lily & her mama


Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time
"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message
...
This morning, bleary eyed and still in my jammies (baggy shorts &
T-shirt that not-fit-for-wear-in-public), I take some seed out to
the bird feeders (instead of filling them completely, and letting it
all go to the squirrels, I do like my Mom, and only put about a cup
in each feeder every morning). As I get to the back door to come
back in, I hear what sounds like a cat screaming - and it's sounds
like it's coming from the 'low rent' apartments a block up the road.
I call DH out (he's still in his jammies too), and we both listen.

It could be a cat/kitten in distress, or a bird (sometimes they
sound like cats), so DH goes back inside to get dressed, as I take
off in the direction I think it's coming from, which is north. As I
get to the northwest corner of the house, and am standing in the
driveway, I realize it's not coming from the north, but from the
*east*, so I take off down the driveway, occasionally calling out
"kitty" as I do so. by the time I get to the northwest corner of
the house, it's starting to sound 'echo-ey'. I get to the road, and
it is *much* louder, and I realize it's coming from the front porch
of the house-for-sale across the street (the one that had a tree
land on it's roof this past spring - BTW, it was selling for 94thou,
but they've lowered it to 85thou). They are having an open-house
there today from 1-4, and yesterday, we noticed they were bringing
some things over to make it look more inviting (plants, decorations,
etc....), and when they left, they left the enclosed front porch
door standing open. As I cross the street, I hear the more-and-more
desperate cries of the poor critter. I surmise that the cries are
coming from the porch. As I go up their driveway, and approach the
house, I call out again. The cries stop.

And then here comes a little tortie kitten trotting down the steps.
CUTE!!!!! She runs right up to me, and I scoop her up, and then
step onto the empty porch to make sure there's no other cats/kittens
there. Nuttin. By this time DH is dressed and looking for me. He
finds me holding the kitty in the driveway across the street (and,
remember, I'm still in my jammies), and trots across to us. He asks
where 'it' was. I reply that *she* was on the open front porch. He
says "maybe it's theirs". I replied "nobody lives there!). He
wanted to know if there was any food/water dishes left there for
'it'. I say it's a *her*. He asks how I know. I reply that 99.9%
of torties/calicos are female. Anyway, there were no food/water or
anything (besides a potted
plant) on that front porch. So we brought her back over to our
house. On the walk back up our driveway, I cradled her on her back,
and checked her belly for a spay scar, and her teeth so try and
guess her age. She was kinda squirmy (she wanted to climb up on my
shoulder and purrrrrrrrrrrr, and knead), but looked like she had her
big-kitty teeth, but no spay scar. I did, however, spot a flea
scamper across her belly as I looked. So Kitty is now ensconced on *our*
front porch, with food water and
litter, and since she has big kitty teeth, she was Frontlined.

We estimate her age to be about 12-14 weeks old.

We are going to canvas the neighbors over there in a bit to see if
anyone is missing a kitten.

She was crying on our front porch for a bit, but has now settled
down on the old towel we gave her for a bed.

Dh is calling her Sally....sigh

Oop - there are workers at the for-sale house again, DH went over
there to talk to them, and they say it belongs to the people that
live in a rental trailer next door to that house (owned by the same
people that are selling the house), and they said it was following
them around and crying at them yesterday.

DH siad the trailer-people just left their property, probably going
to church. We will go speak to them later today.

We did manage to take one *good* piccie of her (she's leaning over,
getting ready to flop on her side and do upside downy head), posted
at
http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020gxsvEC
--� The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy
former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep

Went to the trailer - there were *two* sets of food & water dishes on their
deck/porch area. Also lots of little girl toys. No one came to the door
(but we did hear a TV on, and there were 2 nicer cars in the driveway), so
we left a note with phone number.

There are now additional cars in their driveway, but we've not had a call.

Methinks the "adults" (for lack of a better term) in the household don't
really want the kitten(s), and the loss of one is no big deal. They're
probably glad. I hope their little girl bugs the crap out of them over
missing kitty - and that *she's* the one that found (and hopefully read, but
I doubt it) note first (eg)

Meanwhile, 'Sally' is on our front porch with food, water and litter. And
every time she hears our voices, she *cries* to be let in! Poor girl. I
put some toys out there with her, but she wants people to be her toy, not
puffballs!

She was probably wanting attention, and was following the workers at the
for-sale house around. Lucky she didn't get locked *in* the vacant house!

In ,
Magic Mood Jeep© purred:
This morning, bleary eyed and still in my jammies (baggy shorts &
T-shirt that not-fit-for-wear-in-public), I take some seed out to the
bird feeders (instead of filling them completely, and letting it all
go to the squirrels, I do like my Mom, and only put about a cup in
each feeder every morning). As I get to the back door to come back
in, I hear what sounds like a cat screaming - and it's sounds like
it's coming from the 'low rent' apartments a block up the road. I
call DH out (he's still in his jammies too), and we both listen.

It could be a cat/kitten in distress, or a bird (sometimes they sound
like cats), so DH goes back inside to get dressed, as I take off in
the direction I think it's coming from, which is north. As I get to
the northwest corner of the house, and am standing in the driveway, I
realize it's not coming from the north, but from the *east*, so I
take off down the driveway, occasionally calling out "kitty" as I do
so. by the time I get to the northwest corner of the house, it's
starting to sound 'echo-ey'. I get to the road, and it is *much*
louder, and I realize it's coming from the front porch of the
house-for-sale across the street (the one that had a tree land on
it's roof this past spring - BTW, it was selling for 94thou, but
they've lowered it to 85thou). They are having an open-house there
today from 1-4, and yesterday, we noticed they were bringing some
things over to make it look more inviting (plants, decorations,
etc....), and when they left, they left the enclosed front porch door
standing open. As I cross the street, I hear the more-and-more
desperate cries of the poor critter. I surmise that the cries are
coming from the porch. As I go up their driveway, and approach the
house, I call out again.
The cries stop.

And then here comes a little tortie kitten trotting down the steps.
CUTE!!!!! She runs right up to me, and I scoop her up, and then step
onto the empty porch to make sure there's no other cats/kittens
there. Nuttin. By this time DH is dressed and looking for me. He
finds me holding the kitty in the driveway across the street (and,
remember, I'm still in my jammies), and trots across to us. He asks
where 'it' was. I reply that *she* was on the open front porch. He
says "maybe it's theirs". I replied "nobody lives there!). He
wanted to know if there was any food/water dishes left there for
'it'. I say it's a *her*. He asks how I know. I reply that 99.9% of
torties/calicos are female.

Anyway, there were no food/water or anything (besides a potted plant)
on that front porch. So we brought her back over to our house. On
the walk back up our driveway, I cradled her on her back, and checked
her belly for a spay scar, and her teeth so try and guess her age. She was
kinda squirmy (she wanted to climb up on my shoulder and
purrrrrrrrrrrr, and knead), but looked like she had her big-kitty
teeth, but no spay scar. I did, however, spot a flea scamper across
her belly as I looked.
So Kitty is now ensconced on *our* front porch, with food water and
litter, and since she has big kitty teeth, she was Frontlined.

We estimate her age to be about 12-14 weeks old.

We are going to canvas the neighbors over there in a bit to see if
anyone is missing a kitten.

She was crying on our front porch for a bit, but has now settled down
on the old towel we gave her for a bed.

Dh is calling her Sally....sigh

Oop - there are workers at the for-sale house again, DH went over
there to talk to them, and they say it belongs to the people that
live in a rental trailer next door to that house (owned by the same
people that are selling the house), and they said it was following
them around and crying at them yesterday.

DH siad the trailer-people just left their property, probably going to
church. We will go speak to them later today.

We did manage to take one *good* piccie of her (she's leaning over,
getting ready to flop on her side and do upside downy head), posted at
http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020gxsvEC
--�
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy
former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep

"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote

Went to the trailer - there were *two* sets of food & water dishes on
their deck/porch area. Also lots of little girl toys. No one came to the
door (but we did hear a TV on, and there were 2 nicer cars in the
driveway), so we left a note with phone number.

There are now additional cars in their driveway, but we've not had a call.

Methinks the "adults" (for lack of a better term) in the household don't
really want the kitten(s), and the loss of one is no big deal. They're
probably glad. I hope their little girl bugs the crap out of them over
missing kitty - and that *she's* the one that found (and hopefully read,
but I doubt it) note first (eg)

Meanwhile, 'Sally' is on our front porch with food, water and litter. And
every time she hears our voices, she *cries* to be let in! Poor girl. I
put some toys out there with her, but she wants people to be her toy, not
puffballs!

She was probably wanting attention, and was following the workers at the
for-sale house around. Lucky she didn't get locked *in* the vacant house!

Abelard and crew are sending lots of headbutts for Sally. She's absolutely
beautiful. Thanks so much for helping her. What's one more when there are
already twelve? Please give here a whole bunch of pettins from me.

Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:

We did manage to take one *good* piccie of her (she's leaning over, getting
ready to flop on her side and do upside downy head), posted at
http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020gxsvEC

What a little cutie! I hope you find her a home - I know you're
overwhelmed with cats yourself, so maybe some other home than yours? P

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote:
Anyway, there were no food/water or anything (besides a potted plant) on
that front porch. So we brought her back over to our house. On the walk
back up our driveway, I cradled her on her back, and checked her belly for a
spay scar, and her teeth so try and guess her age. She was kinda squirmy
(she wanted to climb up on my shoulder and purrrrrrrrrrrr, and knead), but
looked like she had her big-kitty teeth, but no spay scar. I did, however,
spot a flea scamper across her belly as I looked.

You're getting good at this. She's extremely cute.

"Magic Mood Jeep?" wrote:

snip

And then here comes a little tortie kitten trotting down the steps.
CUTE!!!!! She runs right up to me, and I scoop her up...

more snippage

Bless you for rescuing this little girl! She's really cute. Her humans
don't seem to be doing a very good job of taking care of her or paying
attention to where she might be. I guess it will be interesting to find
out their side of the story.

Purrs for Sally - er, I mean Kitty.

Joyce

"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message
...


She was probably wanting attention, and was following the workers at the
for-sale house around. Lucky she didn't get locked *in* the vacant house!


Well, at least we know she had food, but, yes, I'll bet she was starving for
attention. As we all know, if a cat isn't happy where they're at, they'll
leave in search of some caring person. That would be YOU. So, now what?
Are you going to keep her?

kili