A couple of weeks ago, Charlie and I came back from a walk around our neighborhood and found a stray kitten sitting on our front porch. We had seen other kittens of similar size/age in the neighborhood recently and concluded that someone either let them all go when they got to a certain age and couldn't find homes for them or they were just born outside and venturing away from their mama for the first time.
This little black and white kitten walked up to Charlie and wrapped her tail around Charlie's legs and they instantly became friends. So I scooped her up and brought her inside.
I gave her a little bit of softened dog food with milk and she ate ravenously. Obviously starving. Just a tiny little stick figure.
Rain was forecast for that night so we decided that the kitten would stay inside until a decision was made to either let her back out or keep her. We had some leftover cat litter in the garage for oil spills and set up a makeshift cat box for the night.
The kitten snuggled into the space between my chin and my chest and stayed there all night while we slept. She was so content to be warm and fed.
But she obviously had a respiratory infection (kitty cold) since she sneezed and wheezed all night. She couldn't even purr because she was so congested.
The next morning I decided it was a bad idea to keep her and told my mom to let her out during the day after the grass dried from the rain. When I got home at lunch, the kitten was gone.
But 10 minutes later she was sitting on the chair on our front porch looking in the window with her paw on the glass. Charlie ran over and barked at her and this kitten just sat there like, "aren't you going to let me back in now?"
My heart melted.
I opened the door and she ran back in. She won't go back outside now. She knows she's got it good.
The name fits her perfectly. Petite and dainty with a bit of Halloween mischief. Charlie loves her. Peanut is getting warmed up to the idea of having her. And I'm content with the decision.
And another FB post from a friend informed me that when a stray cat shows up on your doorstep, they were drawn there to protect you. Further research also points out that a stray black cat showing up on your doorstep brings you luck and prosperity. I don't know if that is true, but I think it's pretty cool anyway.
Either way, I'm happy she's here and hopefully she really is a good luck charm!
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