Now that we and Mom are living at the other house we don’t get many furry guests, just human guests. The nasty-mean doggies that live at our neighbor’s house don’t count. Guests are welcome and they’re definitely not welcome!

But now, an old furriend has come to visit us! Mom isn’t happy though, she actually said she would have been happy if he hadn’t of found us. You see, when we were living with the Old Man and Grandma there were lots of stray doggies and kitties that visited us because some mean humans like to think that the canal is the perfect place to dump teh pets they don’t wants no more. We hadn’t had many strays though, but there was one mancat whose coloring is close to mine that stayed near us all the time. Sometimes Mom would mistake him for me when she would come home in the evening. At least until he ran from her.

The Old Man likes to put kitty food in the bed of his old truck for me to eat when we were there or when we visit so thats I can eat outside but not worry about doggies. Well, Mr. Stray musta been used to that still, or the Old Man has been nice and is feeding him still. Either way, when the Old Man came to visit he brought Mr. Stray with him by accident. When the truck came to a stop out came Mr. Stray from the bed of the truck, he immediately ducked under the truck and hid from Mom and Old Man.

I was outside at the time and very happy to see my old furriend, but Mom scooped me up and took me in the house. They tried to catch Mr. Stray, but he wasn’t having any of it. Now Mom won’t let me out ’cause she said Mr. Stray looked “mangy” and she don’t wanna take a risk with our health.

So poor Mr. Stray, he’s been accidentally relocated to a new home and he’s all alone too. I tried talking to him for a bit from the living room window, but he still looked lonely out there. Mom plans on calling the animal shelter for a trap so she can have him trapped and taken to the shelter. The shelter is now a no-kill shelter so I hope Mr. Stray can be taken care of and find a home with loving humans. He’s a very handsome mancat, but he’s seen better days. You can’t tell in the pic above, but the front of his neck is swollen, his fur isn’t pretty anymore but kinda clumpy looking, and he’s very thin, like so thin you could use him like those pool floats. You know, the plastic stuff humans use to float on water? He’s that thin and light.

Mom left some food out for him though, so he won’t be hungry tonight. But she doesn’t want him going in the shed or coming in teh house. And of course, so long as Mr. Stray is here Me an Isis aren’t allowed outside. Mom is very paranoid about us picking something up from homeless kittehs.

Mom worries too much.