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Tonight, when I came home from work around 8:00 p.m., long after it had gotten dark, I saw a gray shape, wafting in front of my door.
It turned out to be a cat. At first, I thought that my cat, Sugar, had accidentally gotten outside and was hoping to be let back in. But this cat was taller at the shoulder than Sugar is, and was a slightly different shape of slightly overweight. Also, Sugar has pure white patches, but this cat was tabby all over. It was too dark out, though, to be sure what color of tabby. I got the distinct impression that this cat was a tom, instead of a queen, though I'm not sure why.
He was very friendly, too--unusual for a strange cat, at least with me. He kept rubbing himself gently against my legs, and let me pet him several times. His fur was short, shorter than Sugar's fur, and a bit rough, as though he'd been living outside for a bit. He wore no collar, and I could neither feel nor see any obvious sign that he had worn one recently. While I was unlocking the door, he crowded me a bit, apparently wanting me to let him in.
If I had no cat of my own, I probably would have. But I could already hear Sugar mewing impatiently inside, and I feared that a battle royal would ensue if I yielded to temptation.
So I carefully entered alone, and by the time I put down my briefcase and turned the front door light on, hoping to get a better look at him, he was gone.
I set some food outside the door anyway. I'd like to meet him in better light, so that I will be able to describe him and help reunite him with his people, if he has any. In any event, I'd like to get to know him better.
It turned out to be a cat. At first, I thought that my cat, Sugar, had accidentally gotten outside and was hoping to be let back in. But this cat was taller at the shoulder than Sugar is, and was a slightly different shape of slightly overweight. Also, Sugar has pure white patches, but this cat was tabby all over. It was too dark out, though, to be sure what color of tabby. I got the distinct impression that this cat was a tom, instead of a queen, though I'm not sure why.
He was very friendly, too--unusual for a strange cat, at least with me. He kept rubbing himself gently against my legs, and let me pet him several times. His fur was short, shorter than Sugar's fur, and a bit rough, as though he'd been living outside for a bit. He wore no collar, and I could neither feel nor see any obvious sign that he had worn one recently. While I was unlocking the door, he crowded me a bit, apparently wanting me to let him in.
If I had no cat of my own, I probably would have. But I could already hear Sugar mewing impatiently inside, and I feared that a battle royal would ensue if I yielded to temptation.
So I carefully entered alone, and by the time I put down my briefcase and turned the front door light on, hoping to get a better look at him, he was gone.
I set some food outside the door anyway. I'd like to meet him in better light, so that I will be able to describe him and help reunite him with his people, if he has any. In any event, I'd like to get to know him better.
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