Raging Red

The most adorable little tortoiseshell kitten followed me home last night. H.K. and I were taking a walk around the neighborhood after dark (because we’re vampires) and she just appeared and ran right toward me. She was super lovey and friendly. I couldn’t resist picking her up. H.K. estimated that she’s about eight weeks old — too young to be let outside by herself!

She was wearing a collar with a little bell on it, but no tags, and she looked well taken care of. She followed us all the way home, which is about three blocks from where we found her. I’ve never met a cat that was so friendly — she wasn’t skittish at all and kept running right to me.

H.K. said, “She really likes you.”

“I think it’s the cheeseburger,” I said.

We had just eaten dinner, and though I washed my hands afterwards, I’m sure I still smelled like a giant cheeseburger to the kitty. This, of course, made us think of LOLcats, which made us LOL.

I figured that if we just left her outside she would find her way back home. H.K. checked outside a little later and she was still right outside the door. He opened it and she wandered inside like she owned the place. We don’t have a litter box, so I didn’t see how we could keep her inside (and I wasn’t about to make a late night run to the only place one could probably find a litter box at that hour — Wal-Mart). So we left her outside. Before I went to bed I looked outside and she was gone.

Well, this morning as I was leaving for work, I opened the door and she was lounging right there, in all her fantastic adorableness. I had to go, but H.K. fed her some tuna after I left. He left her outside, and now I’ve returned home from work to find her parked right outside our door, where she is apparently planning to stay unless we do something about this situation. I’ve now let her inside, since it’s absolutely sweltering out, and she’s climbing all over me and trying to write her own blog post.

I want this kitty, but I don’t want to be a cat-napper. If I were her owner, I’d be really upset that she is missing. So, we’re going to hang some flyers and try to find her owner, but I’ll secretly have my fingers crossed that nobody claims her.