I wanted to attempt to post a personal blog post once a month. Today’s the day! So like the title says, we’ve been adopted?

Let me start at the beginning. We keep a bowl of food & water on our porch for our resident stray cats. There’s one we’ve seen around for a long time. His ear’s cropped, so he’s been captured and neutered. Andy and I both LOVE cats. We used to have 2. However, I am pretty allergic to them. Scratchy throat, sneezing, Quasimodo eyes when I get hairs in them & wheezing… But we love them, so we feed the strays to watch them and in hopes that they help us control the mouse/rat problem we have on occasion.

Several days before the MLK holiday weekend, I heard some cat fights in the front yard. Upon investigation, It was our resident cropped ear cat and a black cat. The black cat lost the territory battle. I watched it slink into the street drain. Over that weekend, the black cat came back (we assume a mother) with two kittens. A grey kitten and a black and white one. She pretty much dropped the grey cat at our door after seeing it’s interactions with us (wanting to be petted and picked up). It felt as if she was finding homes for her babies.

All day Monday while Andy was on the driveway working, the gray cat hung out with him. Occasionally asking for pets or rubbing his smell on Andy. By Monday night I had checked to see if anyone was missing a cat. I hadn’t seen anything, but again it seemed to belong to the feral black cat. We found an old wicker basket, lined the bottom with an old towel and Andy put it in the garage with the door cracked. The kitten was making itself at home including making friends immediately with Rita.

Tristan has wanted a cat, or a hamster, or a pet of some kind for years. When it became apparent that this little guy was going to stick around, I let Tristan name him. He named the cat Ink. We told him that the Ink needs to be an outdoor cat. It broke our hearts to not let the kitten stay in the house, especially when he started mewing at the garage door.

Ink likes to be held and pet. He is a really loud purr-ur like Binx, my late cat. I am going to do my best to hold strong. When my throat starts itching I’m reminded why we don’t have indoor cats anymore.