Sitting in the house, out of no where comes the sound of "Meow". I look for a cat, thinking that is under the house stuck. I find it out on the front porch. It takes a leap off the porch, running to
hide. It is a very small gray tabby. I put some chopped up ham on the front porch. It ate it... I think. So that night as I carry groceries in, I leave the door to the back porch open. Later while getting a late night snack, I hear a "meow". Kinda sounded troubled. I go out to the back porch to find this Kitty Cat. While out there the Kitty is quite. I go back in the house and I hear "meow meow". After play this game for 30 minutes, I turn the lights off....get a flashlight and the search is on. I found it and picked it up thinking that I was going to get scratched or bitten, it cuddles and acts like it wanted it's momma. I held it for a few minutes, took it out the front door, set it down, went to go get it some milk. The cat took off like it had been scared. I went around the house....no where to be found. I gave up. Monday morning, drove to work about 6 miles from home. I cut the engine off.
What did I hear? "Meow Meow" ! I said out loud," YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!"
I don't have time to take it home. So I raised my hood and this is what I saw. To make this story short at the end, 2 friends of mine came over to my truck. Got the kitty out. It had shinged whiskers on the right side of its face, and some of the hair on it's back paw. Now he has a new home and a new name "Rascal". Last I heard of him, He was doing Great!
