I was already in the car this morning when my oldest son came down and said "did you see the black cat in the stairwell?" I hadn't! But there she was, waiting for us when we got home from school today. She was sleeping in my outside kitty's bed and eating her food, but the good thing is that outside kitty now roams during the day and only comes back to sleep at night. This kitty has a hurt paw and a cold, like the previous white Persian I rescued (who has been named Lilly and will be winging her way to Canada for adoption very soon).
I just hate that there are breeders who keep selling these Persians to families who think they are so sweet and adorable when they are kittens and then throw them out at the first sign of sickness or just because they've become a nuisance after about a year. I don't understand how anyone can just toss them into the street to fend for themselves.
Jingles is afraid of the big outdoors. She will only venture out onto the balconies where she feels safe. She doesn't like the doors to be closed on her because she likes to know that she can get back inside at any time.
When these poor kitties come to me, I feel like they are weary travelers looking for respite.
My youngest son says that the cats have their own broadcast and they say "Hey, there's a crazy lady who will feed you if you show up at her place."
I don't mind being the crazy cat lady.