There’s been no lost pet posters put up at the mailboxes for the trailer park where I live, so I don’t think anyone’s looking for her. No one’s come around to see if I know what happened to their cat, and she refuses to go outside, so I think that she’s a dumpee.
Oh, and Spectre, it’s most definately a female.
And sadly, she’s got a case of the trots. I tried bathing her to get the crap out of her fur, but that didn’t go over too well. I cut out what I could, but she wouldn’t sit still. Right now, she’s wrapped up in a towel in my lap, purring with a “I wish I were dead” look on her face. Poor kitty. 
Has she been to the vet yet? Better get her checked out.
As for the trots, well, the change in diet(for the better) could be doing that.
Sadly, that’ll have to wait until next week. I had some expensive med bills myself last week, so I’m a little short on funds (I’ve got $20 to last me till payday).
I’m thinking that’s probably all it is. She licked the grease off a pan last night, before I could stop her, so I’m thinking it’s either that or the can of tuna she had on Saturday.
All my cats have told me their names, I just had to wait a few days for them to do it in their own sweet time. 
We currently share our house with Tommy-Boy, our 17 pound tom, who’s just a huge lump of love. Boo Boo Kitty (Who was originally Boo, cause she sppoks so easy, then evolved into Boo Boo, which evolved into Boo Boo Kitty, cause she’s so tiny and cute), and Lilybird.
Lily was found by a co-worker in an empty flower pot in her garden at the age of about 2 months, and as a kitten, adored crawling up to your shoulder and falling asleep there, like a bird. Also known as Lily-Monster and Liliputian.
The three of them collectively are referred to as “The Glorious Wildekitties Stampeding over the Serengeti of Our Bedroom”, due to their early morning habits of racing madly from one end of the apartment to the other, catapulting off of anything that may be in their way…such as a sleeping human.