...because look what I spent the past 24 hours trying to catch:
This little mite woke me up 4:45 yesterday morning, screaming his head off outside my bedroom window. It has been bitterly cold the past two days (temps down to -20C, windchill down to -29C). I ran outside in my pajamas, boots and parka, but the little wailing kitten kept running away from me in the dark. Finally I had to give up and go inside. But I started looking for him again yesterday morning.
I found him in the carriage shed at the back of our granary (smart kitty to find shelter!) But despite much meowing back and forth (I do a fine cat meow), anytime I got too close, he scampered off. At one point he was outside in the snow with me chasing after him.
Later he crawled up under our friend's pick-up truck which is being stored in our yard for the winter. I lay down next to the truck, calling for kitty until I had to go inside because my hands were freezing.
I nearly caught him in the treed area next to our garage, but he scampered off again. I worried about him all last night. It was bitterly cold. We left food in the granary for him.
Here's a size comparsison with skein of yarn from Wandering Cat yarns on Etsy! I find the photos make him look big. I picked up Naomi after this and she felt huge by comparison (she weighs seven pounds.)
Finally this morning our cleaning lady Rosemary helped me catch him. He made the mistake of hiding in a pile of wood in the granary and getting himself stuck. I grabbed his hind end while Rosemary removed logs, and managed to extract him!
He's in segregation in the downstairs bathroom until he gets his vet check tomorrow night, although right now he and I are in segregation in the guest bedroom, having a cuddle.
Gordon caved three minutes after the kitten came into the house. I didn't have to say a word. Kitty gets to stay!
It's love at first sight for all of us. And I am so relieved he's in from the cold. I can't sex cats, but my friends who can think he's a boy! Name to follow. Hopefully he has no health issues like FIV. I'm sure he has worms... pot belly and farts from hell!
With four cats, I am well on my way to crazy cat lady status. Of course, compared to 39 birds in the barn, four cats doesn't sound all that bad...