Several months ago, my cousin/housemate N and I noticed that a lovely kitty kept coming around to play with our two cats but he always went back across the street at night. We thought he lived there. After a while, though, we saw that he was dirty, had fleas, and was a bit thin. It turned out that he was only going across the street to eat the neighbor’s cat’s food and to sleep there. We put up flyers to try to find his people, went on FB with pics, but got no results. So we adopted him, got him shots, flea treatment, grooming, neutering, microchip, collar. Now he has two humans and two cats, toys, food, water fountain, tunnels, tower, and nice digs.
He appears to be a Siamese tabby mix, brown and cream, a bit vocal at times, very affectionate, with rather long toes. His nicknames are Paul Newman, the New Man, Slender (new)man, Big Toes, Purr Bucket, Needy Boy, Newmie, and so on.
He’s definitely got Siamese in him. Vocals are in his wheelhouse. Talk back to him and he will respond. Tell him my beautiful and special Siamese cats accept him as a gorgeous cousin.
