This morning I decided to walk up the street to get a few pics of the work projects going on in the neighborhood. My brother and mother were returning from their customary early morning hike/walk/run up the great hill and back and called to me.
Apparently a little black cat had taken up residence in their backyard and Mom wanted to know what to do with it. My brother ran up to my house to get some kibble while I looked for the cat in the back yard.
There she was curled up under a rose bush. I crouched down and called to her. She immediately ran out and rubbed against me. When presented with a few kibble she hastily ate them. Mom said, “I am sorry to leave you with her but I have company coming.” “Oh, no problem Mom,” I said. “I”ll figure out something.”
Actually I didn’t know what to do either but “Dolly” (as Nikki dubbed her) followed me up the street to my house and had a good breakfast.
I decided to read and do some sketches outside but it was somewhat difficult with Dolly on my lap. Wherever I walked she followed. Then I went in for a few hours. When I came out—no Dolly. Hmmm. She was so very thin. I felt bad for her.
When Nikki came home we went outside to look for her. I called and called and then walked to the side gate, there she was. She trotted right into the back garden again for a 2 course dinner, rolled around on the patio and chased a stick in the grass.
After dinner Nikki went out to read on the porch. I peeked out the window and saw Dolly sitting on Nikki’s lap purring up a storm, rubbing her head on Nikki’s chin. We are going to try to find her owners but it is hard to locate the owner of “a black cat”!
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