While in our vets office a couple weeks ago, I saw the picture of a cat on the bulletin board that needed a home. He was an 8 year old cat who had been turned into an Independence Vet Clinic because the young owner could not take him when she relocated.

I had a gut feeling it wouldn’t work as soon as I met him but we brought him home for a week….it didn’t work…he was an “only” cat who controlled one owner and was scared out of his ever livin’ mind. And he tried to establish dominance with our A cat….my cat….and there is no way that was going to work. The Prince, Baxter:

I bring all of this up now because He and I had been talking about getting a kitten before I made that fateful trip to the vets office and broke the rules about looking at the bulletin board.

A week later, my across the street neighbor, (D)..critter rescuer…..asked if I had seen the stray cat hanging around her house *cough…food and water on the porch. A very young cat….not a kitten. So I was out at night after dark checking on him with my iPhone flashlight because I was worried about him because of the Fox/coyote situation.

So….D and I…working with one brain decided he needed to be neutered so as not to spread his seed, so to speak, I didn’t want a bunch of stray kittens to worry about because I wouldn’t get any sleep at night.

To make a long story short, D was able to corral the little darling this morning and I just dropped him off at the vet to be neutered and a rabies shot……and then He and i decided on the off chance *cough probability, that we keep him, we should have him wormed….oh…and I named him Rex.

Pictures at a later date.

Until next time…..