New Kid on the Block

Does she look comfortable? well rested? At home, even?

She turned up yesterday afternoon. No tag, no collar, no ID, and following The Boy around the yard like a furry little shadow.

No, we can't keep her. We already have one pet to move-- the ferret-- along with a sizeable cage, and a bin full of accoutrements.

The Boy canvassed the neighbors, and no one claimed her.

We are moving thirteen hundred miles in less than three weeks. If we want to get a cat, I'm sure they have plenty of them in Montana.

She curled up in The Boy's lap and purred.

We will be driving for two days in the car, minimum. With way too much other stuff as it is. We do not need to add a cat and related belongings to the already overfull vehicle.

We took her to the vet-- no microchip ID. No way to identify previous owners at all.

Remember our old kitty? She loathed being in The Box. Cried herself hoarse when we moved here, and that was only an hour and a half on the road. Why would we want to put this cat-- and us-- through that torture for two days?

She walked into the open carrier and fell asleep.

So it looks as though we are driving to Montana-- thirteen hundred miles, one way-- with two adults, one child, and two furballs.

I am such a sucker.

Her name is Phoebe (see Romans 16).