Kim Leslie

How do they find me? I'm standing on my back porch early yesterday morning when I hear the teeniest, most pitiful "meow." In fact, it wasn't really a meow...more like a "mew." After a few exchanged cat calls, I discovered that a kitten about 10 weeks old has made the underside of my porch her permanent residence. Though when it gets cool at night, she seems to prefer the cover of my hot tub. So, NOW what? I can't ignore her. I already have a cat (see pic) so how hard is it to throw a little cat food and water outside to aid a friendless feline? But wait, you say. If you do that, it will never leave. Too late. Damn! Anybody want a kitten?

Technically, I guess I already have 2 cats, but one of them is in an urn. Hey. Don't laugh. He was the only man in my life for years.

I just realized this is sadly turning into a pet blog. I hope I don't have to feed IT too.