Another nut with a gun has murdered 13 people here in my town. I can't bear to think about it right now, so instead, let me introduce LIttle Bits, our new roommate.
Little Bits is one of the many feral cats that hang out at our house. Her mother, Little Wee, used to live in the backyard with her sisters, but she switched to the front yard when the sisters ran her off. Little Bits was born under our front stoop. She seemed just as feral as her mother, although she got friendlier as time went on. Soon she'd let Joe scritch her behind the ears. She'd holler at us as soon as we parked the car and headed toward the door.
Then one day about a month ago, Joe came home and opened the door, and Little Bits came on in and made herself at home. She figured out the litter box immediately, and has only had one fecal-related accident.
We generally feed the ferals crunchies of the cheapest variety, but Little Bits gets the good stuff because she suffered from killer farts. Actually, she wasn't suffering at all; we were the ones who were suffering. Joe asked the Petco guy about it and he advised switching food. It seems to have done the trick!
She is still very much into kitten behavior. One feather toy has already bit the dust, and the catnip mousie is beaten down. She loves a sneak attack, and let me tell you something -- those claws are some kind of sharp. I have quite a display of little claw pricks all over my hands.We have yet to take her to the vet, but it is definitely on the agenda. We just want to make sure she'll be okay around strange people, then we'll set up a visit for a thorough exam, shots, and reproductive surgery.