This morning my little visitor showed up again, much to my delight. I actually smiled for the first time since I last saw her. This time she was right on my patio. She was looking for me, but got scared when I opened the door to greet her and hopped off to hide behind my storage shed. She hopped the entire way like a bunny, cutest thing EVER! Seeing her up close like that, I’m thinking she’s maybe six months old. I want her. This was not my original plan, but I feel like she’s been sent to me and I can’t ignore that sign.
I am going to see what I can do to get her to keep coming back and trust me. It’ll start by picking up some dry cat food when I hit Walmart within the next day or so, as my macaroon was on a Royal Canin diet and I can’t give that to a kitten or a cat that doesn’t have the same health problem. She wasn’t into the wet food I’d originally put out for her and since we do have opossum in the area, I think the dry food might help, though I’ve seen opossum eat dry cat food in the past (and scare the hell out of me to boot), so I’ll have to figure out how to leave it out for her without attracting an animal that might harm her. This means she’ll need a little food dish as well as one for water, just in case. I’m going to keep on trying to catch little Miss. In the meantime, I am trying to come up with a name for her. I want something sweet and original.
Her upper body is sleek and black and her entire bottom half is white, including her paws. Her face is a typical tuxedo blend, but she needs the right home. She was at the door asking to be let in, which is a big step, but got scared when I opened it. It’s cold and I want to catch her before our first snow fall. I do not want anything to happen to her.
Time to dig into my book of languages and come up with a name for this sweet little babe. Even if I am unable to keep her, which would mean that she’s microchipped and needs to be returned to her actual owner, she still deserves a proper name. I want something unique and distinctive. I don’t do common.