|A few weeks before Thanksgiving I was awakened one morning by a squalling cat outside my window. I rolled over and put a pillow over my head trying to drown out the noise, but it didn't work. I opened the door to find a large, fowl smelling creature sitting on my porch.
Over the next few days I tried everything in my power to get rid of this cat. I tried to shoo him off, I scared him away with the broom and I called all of the vets' offices. I called Animal Control (they didn't call me back) and I drove around checking for "lost cat" signs and I put an ad in the paper. I was convinced that he belonged to an old lady across the road and tried to give him back and that started a chain of events, phone calls and dealings with some of the nuttiest people that I'd ever run into, all to no avail. Nobody wanted and didn't have the capacity to take the cat.
It doesn't matter really, I now belong to him and he belongs with me.