o tempora, o mores!

We have pumpkins growing in our backyard from Halloween. [They put the ones we didn't carve in the back when they began to grow soft, in a corner of the yard, near the fence.] My little sister is very excited about them–what with Halloween being her favorite holiday and with pumpkins being her favorite…fruit? Well, to look at/play with/otherwise covet–so my mom is tending them and keeping them healthy so we can harvest them this autumn.

While doing so today, mom was being meowed at through the fence. So she reached through and pet the little cat outside. She noticed that she was awfully thin so let her in the yard so she [mom] could go inside and get food for her. The kitten, who is about Washu’s age and size [length and height-wise], nearly dove into the dish and mauled it all, ravenously. She then followed my mother inside and was very social and lovey to all of us. Evidently, she was an indoor cat, but with the state of her fur and of her weight and from the marks on her face–assumed from fighting, I guess–I wonder if she is either lost or abandoned? She’s a very sweet kitten, much more so, admittedly, than Washu [who is, no nice way around it, a territorial little bitch] and my mom already gave her a name [Stella]–just so we’d have something to call her, not to say, “Oh, we’re keeping her.”

We’re going to post around the neighborhood to make sure she doesn’t belong to someone else who is here and who misses her. I like her, but it wouldn’t be nice to take someone else’s kitty…I’d be pretty upset if someone took my kitty.

Meantime, she can and will stay with us away from the elements and will be well-fed. She’s cuddly as anything, and not remotely pugnacious…Washu’s approached her hissing and growling, and she’s just…not reactive in a pissy way.

She made herself right at home on my sofa..