Rescue Blogging

About an hour and a half ago I heard a commotion - clapping, saying Be sweet, be good, I did the rounds - only to find no evidence of un-sweetness... Going to back to the bedroom I noticed Buddy, AreTtoo and Cyrrie staring mesmerized out the window - but looking down, not up, as in birding. Hmm. Looking out the window with them I see a large, long-haired, scruffy, probably dirty probably feral cat looking into a bush right under my window. Regardless of how not appealling he (presumably) looked, I took him out a dish of crunchies, and he took off. OK, feral. And then I heard another sound, and in the bush was a little whitish cat who came right out to eat. A very small female - calico coloring - even if not quite a kitten. And skinny, oh, lord, skin and bones skinny. And friendly. So as of this typing, the little cat is locked into our basement food pantry with all the amenities - if she's not pregnant already, even if she is pregnant already, I just couldn't leave her out all night at the mercy of that feral male (not his fault, I know). Tomorrow we try to get into our vetz. She's a strong personality - did not want to be locked up - ran right out and confronted AreToo before I nabbed her and stuffed her back into the pantry... Pls pray for her in terms of not having FLV, FIV, etc. (And not pregnant, also.)