My Fateful Encounter Today
So I was walking and talking to my wife on the phone and I mentioned how much I'd love to have 4 cats because I always see this house with like 4 cats around it. And then I added "Well, even 2 cats would be nice," because my cat, as much as I love her, is kind of evil and unpredictable with friends.
Anyway, I'd hung up already and was walking up my street when I heard a plaintive meow from across the street. I looked up and saw a very handsome cat starting to run across the street towards me. I didn't want the cat to cross the street, so I went over to meet him instead.
He was very affectionate, meowing and rubbing against me and flopping down right there to get me to pet his belly.
Every time I stopped petting him, he'd get up, rub me, and flop over again, looking at me pointedly.
After indulging the kitty for a little bit, I continued walking home. But the kitty was having none of that.
He kept meowing...and following me. I had to pet him some more, of course. A couple times I'd turn around and think he'd stopped trailing me...
...but he was never far behind.
He ran into there for a little bit, but ran back out to continue following me once he realized I wasn't coming too.
(I have a 10-second video of him here too that I might put up)
He ran up to approach a lady who'd just gotten home with her groceries, and she didn't know who he belonged to either, but agreed that he was a very pretty cat, and gave me this whole bag of treats (it wasn't full, but still, wow!) to give him because her cat would probably get upset if my new friend stuck around. So I continued to my house.
My little buddy followed. Pettings AND treats? As if he could stay away.
He looked comfortable on our porch. He watched the birds in our pear tree and groomed himself. Mom came outside and I told her all about my new pal.
We had no idea who he belongs to. I fed him a few treats, and he went up to my mom for more pettings. He let me check his front paws to see if he was declawed--if he was, we'd have to keep him inside. Luckily, he wasn't. I went inside to get him some water, and he meowed until I came back outside.
Content that I was back, he flopped over to watch more birds and groom himself. I asked him if he wouldn't mind if I called him Dean, because he is a very handsome hunter who needs some love.
Dean didn't seem to mind what I called him.
Eventually I decided to go inside. If he had a home, he'd probably go back to it. It was kind of hard, though, because every time I went to the window to check, he was still staring at the door. He meowed a couple times, too.
But after a few minutes, he was gone when I checked. I was half-glad, half bummed.
I hope I see him again. Dean is a very nice kitty. Stay safe, little buddy. <3
