Rescue me!

Dear you,

Cats find you.  That is what I hear.  And I have been found once again. Several weeks ago, a young female feline appeared in the parking lot.  She approached owners and guests without fear and was clearly socialized.  And hungry.  This little gal had been abandoned and wanted love, a home.  Of course, I took on the job of feeding her, aiming for clever placement of food and water bowls that management wouldn't discover.  Well, after a day or two, those bowls disappeared and I had to try something else.  I moved the feeding station up by my door on the top floor and placed a rag rug down so she would have a soft place to sleep.  This was a haven, precarious at best, but better than having her roam this big complex and possibly running into cat enemies, notably the human kind.

Four weeks later, she grew bigger.  Her color changed from a deep grey to a mocha brown.  Her green eyes became gold.  And then the hoards of summer season visitors started appearing.  As usual, these folks were traveling in packs, noisy, anxiety-ridden packs.  Little girl cat had to come in and escape stress. So, welcome home, Coco Ballerina.  Isn't she something? Isn't she lovely?

One week in to my second experience of living with a cat, the initial panic of "god, I am trapped; I can't take off and escape" faded, I am glad she is here.  Just like the she-cat who adopted me before her, Coco is a trip. She's messy and really bad at litter box protocol, but she's also a pleasure.  A treasure. Goddess Bastet, here I go again.

I wonder who abandoned this kitty.  I wonder what was going on in his/her life that motivated the abandonment.  Maybe they just couldn't take on the cost or the care and simply hoped for the best.  "Good luck, little one.  It's a big condo complex.  Someone here will love you."  That someone is me.

That's the way of the world, isn't it?  It has to be us, not somebody else. Even if our personal motto is Avoid Domestic Entanglements, random events will challenge our devotion to singularity.

And so, I am involved again.

Congratulations, Coco.

Congratulations, Joyce.