Back before Thanksgiving, I started feeding a homeless kitty living in the neighbors barn. Since his barn was locked, I would shove food under the hole in the bottom of the door.
Before I started feeding this kitty, she lived off the birds she caught in my backyard.
I was not amused.
My plan was to find a no-kill shelter to take her too when I could catch her. In December, with my old cat senile and ailing, I started feeding this kitty on my back porch. It was a nice distraction as this kitty was always there to greet me and was happy just to be fed.
My old kitty, Midge, died right before Christmas. I was sad and started feeding the stray kitty twice a day. We were on a petting basis by then. She would sit outside my back door trying to come in.
It was cold.
I felt bad for her.
I wondered if she was cold and safe and lonely in that barn all night.
Can you see where this is going...?
Yep, I captured her last week and took her to the vet for shots and a check up. I told them her name was Pinkie because if her pink nose and the name fit in with my other retro named kitties.
Not only did my new kitty get a clean bill of health, but she was a he, so Pinkie became Pinkerton.
I took him the vet in this box. When we got home, he sat in this box for 3 hours.
He was King of the Box!
Eventually, he got out of the box and explored a few rooms including the bathroom.
King of the Bathroom Sink!
A year old and his first time playing with kitty toys!
He makes friends with Olive kitty! (Daisy is still having a hissy fit over him)
He likes to play with feathers! (not his first time with feathers...maybe I shouldn't encourage him?)
Surveying his former outdoor kingdom.
Yep, its good to be an indoor kitty.