So about a month ago, I came home and meandered through the house vaguely as is my wont. As I passed the back door, I saw this lying down outside. I quickly took a picture for my wife. When I showed her later on, she told me he’d shown up, dripping wet and shivering. She’d put a towel out for him and he’d curled up and lay there the rest of the day. Since it was about 3 degrees out (about 35 for the Merkins), I ran another towel through the dryer, put some cat food in a bowl and brought both out for him.
I dried him off, he ate the food…and he’s been coming back almost every day since. That bench, under the eaves, seems to have become his safe spot.
We named him Bruce. He is sweet, gentle, kind, and trusting. I think he might have been dumped when he was no longer a cute little kitten.
So we’ve been deciding what to do with him since. We’ve already got two cats, and we’ve never really considered ourselves a three-cat household. We waffled back and forth, and finally made a vet appointment for him last Thursday evening for a checkup and a neutering. We were -><- this close to adopting him. But we still weren’t sure.
Thursday morning, as we were getting ready for work, there he was. After a two day absence, at the door, waiting for a little food. My wife thinks he knew he had a doctor’s appointment that day and wanted to let us know he was ready. He’d never shown up in the morning before.
Instead, we ended up cancelling the appointment and calling a couple of rescue societies. We thought it’d be better to let the rescue folks deal with him. A cat that friendly, he’ll be adopted in days. The vet was going to be expensive, we didn’t have room for another cat. But the rescue societies never called back. I guess they don’t care for older cats…?
We were still going back and forth all day yesterday and this morning. I was all set to tell my wife “Fuggit. Let’s adopt him,” when she called me about 15 minutes ago to tell me that he was back outside. And the side of his face was ripped open and dripping blood.
We called the vet and made an emergency appointment for 2:20 this afternoon. I’ve taken him and put him in one of the bathrooms to keep him away from the other cats for now. We’ve already decided that we’ll help him through this, and chances are…we’ll let him stay.
He’s awful pretty. Until you look at the side of his face. I guess he knew exactly what it would take to make us open our doors as well as our hearts.
Welcome home Bruce.