Chevy was the youngest kitty we adopted. We were driving up Main Street and Becky noticed a small kitten sitting under a car at the Chevrolet Dealership. He was just a tiny thing and cute as could be. He was sitting under one of the new cars and Rocky whirled around and parked as close as he could. We both got out and slowly walked towards him but he would run from one side of the car to the other. We were going around the car like a Ferris Wheel trying to coax him out. He was fast and obviously thinking his boring day had suddenly turned into fun. Fun for him.

Our concern deepened because of the close traffic and him being so young. We decided food might be a deal breaker so we drove home, got some milk and dry pellets, went back, but he wasn’t buying it. We finally left and came home, fearing the worst. Rocky was up and out early and went back to the Dealership to find my bowls were gone……when he went in to inquire about them, the owner walked up and said he had thrown them in the trash. He wasn’t going to have cats around eating on his Lot.

Rocky was friends with one of the mechanics so he walked into the garage area and was telling him about the kitten and that he hated to see him run over. He told Rocky he would watch for him and if he could get him in a box, he’d call us. It took a couple of days but finally we got the call and the cat was ours. He was such a cutie.

The next thing was to keep him from running off or Cali running him off. Rocky fixed a nice cage and put it on saw-horses so it would be easy to feed and have a litter box. I’ve forgotten how long he was in there but he was happy anytime Cali or we come in the garage for company. My favorite thing was to take him out of the cage and love him……he didn’t mind that at all.

As I mentioned in the last post, we came by Lovey un-expectantly. She joined Chevy in the cage and we were on close watch to see how everyone reacted to one another. Chevy was delighted to have the company, Cali was disgusted with yet another cat, and Lovey was taking inventory to see the possibilities of getting out of the cage. As time wore on Chevy watched every move Lovey made and was taking notes. She was the only one he could learn from at the time. He was captivated with her.

We knew they had to get out and become a cat and do cat things. Eventually we let them out of the cage one night when Cali came in the garage to go to bed. We left and hoped for the best……..when morning came we found them all sleeping in various places. It was a couple of days before we let the little ones out with Cali. We weren’t prepared for the show they put on but that is a story for the next post.

(To be continued.)

Essentially Esther