I don't think I told you about what happened the Halloween that followed Tehya's passing.
I was at my apartment complex at night, waiting for kids to trick-or-treat. I knew there were kids who lived in the complex, there were families there... yet, nobody knocking on the door. Had the pumpkins out, and the hall light on, and signage... and candies... Nope, no knocking.
But sitting there next to the door, in front of the laptop as I was prepping for my NaNoWriMo novel run for another November, I heard a kitten crying.
At the base of the apartment stairs was this small tuxedo (black with white patterns) kitteh meowing and meowing.
I knew there was a cat colony who lived in the complex. We were near the woods and the woods were near a bike path and the bike path was near shopping centers etc. Lots of abandoned kittehs too, left to fend for themselves.
She was this tiny thing, hungry and meowing. Since I wasn't getting any kids for the candy, I went out to the Publix down the street and bought a box of pouches, poured one out on a paper plate, and served it to her.
Three other feral/abandoned kittehs jumped out for the plate from the nearby shrubbery.
They kinda came and went. The tuxedo kitteh and an older grey tabby stuck around and got friendly. The kitteh was a rolly, body rubbing kitteh that I nicknamed Wiggles. She was friendly and fearless enough to approach me without a problem. She was eager to enter my apartment and check things out. It was like she wanted to hang out with me on a professional and personal basis.
By Thanksgiving, after checking around the apartments to see if Wiggles was already claimed, I wrapped her up and took her to the vet and adopted her. Gave her a more formal name of Ocean. Ocean the Wiggle Cat.
Mal and his 5 siblings came later. More on him in the next post.
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