There’s something about me that you should know. I’m a sucker for animals, especially stray animals. D and I have three animal companions, who are featured regularly on the blog.
Chubs and Shiloh are two kitties I rescued in my early-mid 20’s. Chubs is older by a year, and he started to feel lonely and have some separation anxiety when I would go to work, so I adopted Shiloh to be a companion for him. He spent the first three days hissing at Shiloh, and then they fell in love.
When D moved into an apartment in Inman Park, that’s when the stray animals of Atlanta caught wind of our compassion. First, we were adopted by our sweet Willie Nelson (we miss him every day) and then seemed to become pied pipers for the neighborhood strays.
Then we adopted River boy, our gentle giant. Chubs bosses him around, and poor River is usually whapped in the face daily by Chubs. Chubs is kind of mad we got a dog. River steers clear of Chubs, but he and Shiloh seem to have an understanding.
So now, a couple of weeks ago, a little orange and white kitty started hanging out on our back porch. He looks a little rough-and-tumble although, he seems to eat well. He’s not to keen on letting people close to him, but he’ll sit behind a stump and watch us from afar.
He seemed to visit daily (sometimes nightly, sleeping on our porch). We started putting food out on the porch for him, and named him George.
I’m not really sure what to do. It seems we now have ourselves an outdoor kitty cat. I don’t want to call animal control, because they’ll probably just put him down since he seems to be feral. It’s not super cold outside, so I’m not too worried about the cold. And, it seems he’s already survived his fair share of scuffles, so I think he can take care of himself. Hopefully we’ll gain his trust eventually, but in the meantime, we’ll keep an eye out for our outdoor kitty.