A young woman just called me here at the office. My landlord gave her my phone number. She needs to place her kitty because of her living arrangements. She's been trying to find a permanent place to live for quite a while, but hasn't been able to find anything suitable. For about a year, her kitty has been confined to her bedroom in the place where she's been living; there are dogs in the home and I suppose they don't get along with him. She's now having to move to a place where she can't bring him at all.
His name is Gabriel, and he's just about Penny's age. He's used to staying inside, and had his last vet checkup with shots last week. He's gray and white, but his mom said the exact markings are hard to describe. She said he's not really a "people" cat; he's attached to her, but not really to anyone else. My Chappel was just like that; I was his "person". She said he's lived with other cats before and can probably adjust to doing so again. She loves him very much--she called him her baby--but she knows that she can't provide him with a living situation that is fair to him.
I was really startled when she said that my landlord gave her my phone number because the lease specifies "two indoor cats," which he knows I already have. As long as a third cat is all right with him, though, it's fine with me! I have to talk to Mr. Leeny about it first, though, and I told the young woman that. I took her name and phone number and told her that I would call her tomorrow. Either I'll have to tell her "I'm sorry," or we will arrange for me to go meet Gabriel. I don't know if Mr. Leeny will be able to come; his stomach is upset from some antibiotics he's taking.
This was the last thing I expected when I came to work today, a kitty proposal! This is the way that most of my cats came to live with me, though; either someone else couldn't keep them, or they just walked into my yard and got themselves adopted. It was only with Buttercup and Penny that I ever went out looking for another cat.
I'll keep you posted!
