Before I started Tarazet (this blog) I used to talk about pet things at my other blog. Last Winter, I tried to bring a cold, lonely cat into my home -- with disastrous results. You can read that account if you like -- it opens in a new window -- but I won't recount it here. Suffice to say that I did everything wrong. I named the cat Kimo and here's a picture of him from last January (on my front porch, notice the snow...):
Re: The story several posts ago (below) about feeding stray cats, I do, and amazingly, tonight he came running up as I filled up the bowl with dry food that I leave outside my door.
I had actually forgotten about him and it was a pleasure to see him. But, he doesn't look good. He's much skinnier and has probably lost over a pound or two. Obviously he has been living from day-to-day or hourly. I'm sure the worms don't help. He chowed-down a bowl of food. I brought him out another bowl of (70/30%) milk and water. He slurped-up all of it and when I brought him out some more, he drank that too. Hunger and dehydration.
He's still friendly and clearly recognized me. I can't capture him. I can't control him or my own Sammy's reaction to him. All I can do is hope he's back in my area for awhile and will eat-up my food and drink. And, everynight, I will say a prayer for him to somehow find a better life. Or somehow jump into my car and let me take him to the Vet for all that he needs.
That's all I can do. Please God, take care of Kimo.