There are many stray cats in our neighbourhood. It is not uncommon to hear cats fighting or just making themselves known all year long.
I am fluent in Cat-talk, and I can recognize the meows of a lost kitty when I hear one. And yesterday night, one showed up on our front porch. Of course, I couldn’t just ignore it. I went downstairs and the little guy literally jumped in my arms.
Gaston (I just had to name him) is probably the most affectionate creature I had the chance to meet. He just purred and meowed and rubbed himself against my calves over and over. He had clean cut claws, so I knew he had been well taken care of until very recently. I gave him food and water, and left him outside, hoping he would just walk away and find his way back home.
I posted a couple of pictures on Facebook, just in case a friend, or a friend’s friend living in Montréal would recognize Gaston. Most of them are blurry and not very good, sitting still not being on Gaston’s agenda, even if it meant helping to find his family.
Monsieur Gaston knew what he wanted….
When it was time to go to bed, I was still thinking about our little friend, so even if he had stopped meowing a long time ago, I just went to check out. As soon as the door opened, the little furball just sprung back on the porch.
It was a cold night, rain was about to start and I just couldn’t leave him outside like that.
So we welcomed him. I put him in our spare room, with water, food and a little litterbox, and closed the door. I was afraid he would cry all night, but he just stayed there in silence. The purrrfect kitten.
I was also surprised that Freja didn’t complain about the new cat in HER house. But this morning, she decided we should have a little meeting to set things straight.
Sharing was NOT an option. She even purred to show me that she (too) could be cute, and reminded me that she was the one making rules around the house. She wouldn’t hesitate to make my life horrible if I didn’t get rid of Monsieur Gaston.
NOW! (ok, it sounded more like ”Meow”, but I got her point)
So I found an animal shelter, and we’re now waiting for people to come and pick our overnight visitor up.
Surprisingly, Miss Freja went back to her Grumpy Cat ways as soon as I put down the phone. And some people say cats are stupid.
I beg to differ!