Our cats have always been the indoor/outdoor types and to accomodate them, we generally leave the french door in my bedroom open a little so they can get in and out. For the past couple of years, we have had a feral cat, who was dubbed “Apollo” by my son, sneaking in and helping himself to the cat food in the kitchen (we free-feed dry food, so there’s generally some there). From time to time we’d happen upon him when he was in the house, and when that happened, he’d make a mad dash for freedom, usually scaring us to death as he scrabbled over our feet to get away. I never really had a problem with this, but my husband, the non-catlover, really didn’t like it and always threatened to do away with Apollo.
Two years ago we had two cats, C’Nedra, the old skinny one, and Missy, the young fat one. Around that time another stray started coming in for food, but he was much friendlier than Apollo. We named him Jackson. Jackson soon moved in and became a part of the family. He and Apollo were always at odds, though. Apollo would come in and spray, and Jackson would go out and get in fights with him. This upset my husband even more, since Jackson was his “pal”, but there wasn’t a lot we could do. Jackson was definitely an outdoor cat, having lived out there the first 6 months or so of his life, and there was no convincing him to stay in. This, unfortunately, led to his end. On September 11 he disappeared, and it was a few days later that we found his body by the side of the road. A sad end to a short life.
So now we were down to only one cat, Missy, since C’Nedra had passed on in January at the age of 20. I hadn’t seen Apollo around for a while, and thought that maybe something had happened to him, but yesterday he reappeared. I was standing in the kitchen, when Apollo sauntered past me on his way to the food bowl. The weird thing was, it seemed like he had come from the direction of the living room. I didn’t think much more about it until that evening, when I was sitting in the living room working on my computer, and I heard a scratching noise coming from the couch. There was Apollo, hunkererd down underneath. He was looking very scrawny and scruffy, so I opened a can of wet food for him, and put it by the couch. Sure enough, out he came and polished it off. After that, he moved to the laundry room, spending the rest of the evening snoozing on the rug in front of the washer. Later, I found that he had pooped in there, and he had moved into my walk-in closet by the time I went to bed.
This morning, he was back in the laundry room, and scarfed down the wet food I offered him for breakfast. We can’t get close to him, or he will hiss and run away, but he seems to want to just hang out in the house. I don’t know what prompted this change. It could be the fact that Jackson is no longer around, or maybe the fact that my husband, the Apollo hater, is out of town. My husband is due back tonight, and I’m not quite sure what to do about this new situation. I’d like to trap Apollo and get him to the vet - he doesn’t look so good, and he needs to be neutered - but I don’t think I’ll be able to before my husband returns. We also have the poop problem, which will also set my husband off. This morning I found a pile on the landing, but I’m not sure if it was Apollo or Missy. The place Apollo is sitting is in front of the door to the garage, which is where Missy’s litter box is, so she could have gone on the landing because she is scared of Apollo. Missy is a very timid cat and Apollo can be aggressive, since he’s an unfixed male.
I got hold of a live animal trap this morning and set it up in the kitchen loaded with tuna. Missy tested it out for me - it took all of 2 minutes for her to dive into the trap for the tuna, and it worked! Now I have her locked in a room upstairs. I went home at lunchtime and so far there’s no sign of him. Maybe we scared him off? Maybe he was satisfied with two meals and has gone off again? I hope he’s in the trap when I get home, so I can wisk him off to the vet before my husband gets home!

Aw man. That’s sad WVMom. Poor kitty. Kudos to you for trying to help him.