J. rode the 4-wheeler down to the end of the neadow to check on the hay late this afternoon.
Neighbor Dale was outside so of course they caught up on man-talk.
A stringy striped kitten was lurking hopefully, and when J. remarked on it, Dale said that it had been "dropped off" several days ago.
I was a bit astonished to see J. drive in with a small cat in his lap. The catlet was cool as a cucmber, as if he rode noisey motorized steeds every day.
We agreed that we don't need another cat. We didn't even have to discuss that it will be staying and we'll be feeding and caring for him.
His name, by the way, seems to be "Willis."
He is only slightly larger than Sadie and Sally and there is a strong resemblance in the pointy face and big ears.
Either he is from the same litter or there is a roving Tom with very distinctive genes.
There are two cleanly healed small wounds on his head, almost as though he had been pecked by a chicken sort of creature.
He has been fed, watered, petted and accomodated for the night in a cage which matches that of the girl kittens.
I hope we don't have to brace ourselves for an onslaught of abandoned or straying cats.
This is not meant to be a blog of cat tales--normal subject matter may resume.