The Kitty Saga Continues

Today I was leaving to go to the Gallery for a little while, and as the dogs and I went out the door I noticed that I hadn't yet fed The Kitty. So we stopped a moment on the deck while I filled the little dish. We proceeded down the steps, and at the bottom I opened the car door to put my purse and bag in the car while the dogs hit the driveway to do their business. BTW, my dogs are like kids ... they know that you always go pee before you get into the car because you never know when Mom will stop again! LOL!

While all this was going on, I heard a little "Meow" behind me, and when I looked, there was The Kitty, sitting under the stairs looking at me between the steps. Every time I spoke to him, he meowed back. So I said, "OK, Kitty, we need to talk. You need a name. Do you like 'Jack'?"

"Meow."

"OK, how 'bout 'Wilson'?"

"Meow."

"Alright, how about 'Harry'?"

"Meow."

"Do you like 'Fred'?"

"Meow."

"Would you like to be 'Winky'?"

"Meow."

"What do you think about 'Sumo'?"

"Meow."

"Well, I think I've covered all the names. What would you like to be called?"

Without a comment, he jumped between two steps, ran up the stairs and onto the deck. Then once he was on the bench with his dish, he looked at me, gave one more "Meow," and began eating. I spoke to him a couple more times, but he just continued eating.

I'm guessing he doesn't care about what I call him, as long as I call him for dinner.
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Ba-da-boom!!!!!

Sorry, I didn't intend to write that line about dinner, but after typing out the "conversation," it just seemed to fall in there. sighhhh. Some nuttiness is irrepressible.

Later this afternoon, I finally got around to taking the Christmas decorations down to the basement. When I went out the door, I moved a couple things to have a clear path, and then when I began pulling the first tote down the ramp, it was rather noisy, going clunk, clunk, clunk over each crack between boards. When I'd covered just three or four feet, The Kitty went shooting out from under the stairs or the ramp, I'm not sure which. It must have sounded very loud under there, and he was obviously spooked. He tore around the corner of the house and into the woods. Poor thing. I didn't know he was there or I would have warned him by talking to him and starting down the ramp more tentatively. I felt so bad.

The good thing is, I'm thinking he really is living under my deck/steps/ramp. Hurray! Maybe he is actually going to become my kitty-in-residence!! Time will tell, but meanwhile, I'll keep feeding him and keeping him alive as best I can, especially through the winter. We are set for a snow storm tonight and tomorrow. Don't know how much we'll actually get, but hopefully, The Kitty will stay sheltered under there. As soon as I can figure out where he is sleeping, I'll begin moving a little shelter of some kind closer and closer in hopes that he will adopt it.

I hope I can make his life better, as much as possible. Hopefully, one day he will meow....

....Life is beautiful!!!