We have a new cat.
I knew it was only a matter of time before the neighborhood feline gossip vine got news that we were down to “only” three cats. With the loss of my beloved Diablo in October, our cat family was down to Tabitha, Chelsea and Smokey. Within a few weeks’ of Diablo’s passing, Tabitha had moved back inside for good and Smokey just tagged along. That seemingly ended the Reign of the Outdoor Cats. When the weather was nice (which this year as meant a lot more days than usual) Tabitha and Smokey would venture outside during the day and snooze around the yard. But they were coming in every night. I wasn’t leaving food and water out at night – it would only be eaten by roving gangs of raccoons.
Yet there he was – a grey and white young tom with folded ears! He first showed up two weeks ago. At first, I thought he was a TNR (Trap, Neuter, Return) cat. Within a few days I saw that those weren’t cropped ears, they were folded. He is a friendly head-bumper; I can pick him up now and he just purrs his little heart out!
No one has claimed him, he has no collar and there is no question that he has all his “equipment.” So – his vet appointment is set for next Tuesday. The scientific, I-studied-genetics part of me would love to see if his folded ear mutation translated into any litters he might create, but the logical part of me is holding firm. No way do I want to be responsible for more kittens in this world when so many are homeless. Besides, Tabitha would kill me.