I Only Wanted One Cat… Now I Have Three! 🐱

I’ve always liked cats—never really loved them, so to say—but they’re good to have around for mouse control and sometimes moles. 🐭

Anyway, let me get to the cat story I mentioned back in my first blog. At the time, I already had two cats and didn’t want any more. Shoot, one’s plenty, really. But… the second cat? My daughter rescued her and told me I needed her. She’s a whole story in her own right—the cat, not my daughter! 😂

So, a couple of years ago, early spring, I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye at the sliding glass doors. I turned completely and saw a cat that wasn’t mine.

For context—there are no close houses around, and I live up off the main road. This was a skinny gray cat. 🐈 Oh my! I slid open the door to see how friendly she was, and she let me pet her a bit. I got her some food, and man, she devoured it.

I didn’t pay her much mind for the rest of the day—until the next day, when I opened the door to give her a little more food, and she wanted to come in. I let her in, and that’s when I discovered she was a she. And then it hit me—crap… she was dumped off! 😬

She didn’t stay in long, and back out she went. Then, I heard it. Ack!! Tiny little mews coming from a hidden spot on the porch. Crap!! There were babies too! 😱

It didn’t take long to find them. Two tiny kittens—one was a cute little orange tabby 🧡🐱, and the other was an even cuter, long-haired black kitten with orange mixed in. 🖤🧡 They were terrified. Poor things.

From the looks of them, I figured they were about weaning age, and the only way I was going to catch them was with food.

A little while later, I put out just a tiny bit of soft food—right at the door—and left it cracked open just enough so I could grab whichever baby came through first.

It didn’t take long. The orange kitten took the bait. I snatched him up and brought him inside. The other never made an appearance that day.

Momma cat—which I later named Momma—came in during the day to feed the orange kitten, and I put her back outside at night to take care of the other one. This went on for about two days.

Finally, one evening, the other kitten was so hungry that she fell for the soft food trap, and I snatched her up. And just like that—dangummit—I had FIVE cats. 😳

FIVE.

The orange kitten turned out to be a boy, and the fluffy black-and-orange one was a girl. Momma cat eventually gained her weight back. I got all three of them fixed, and about six months in, I knew five cats weren’t for me. I had to pick who would go to a new home.

Since Momma and her baby girl seemed super attached, I chose them and found them a nice home together. The orange kitten—who we named Gizmo (Giz for short)—stayed.

And man, is he the most scared cat I’ve ever seen! 😆 My son-in-law calls him an AI cat. 🤖😂 Nobody—and I mean nobody—has ever seen him in person except for the people who live in this house. He is terrified of everyone!

It’s been about two years now. And here I am… with three cats 🐱🐱🐱 when I only wanted one.

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