Phil

So I have told the story of Sammy, now it is Phil's turn. I so don't want to be the cat lady, so I drew the line with one cat. Since I work on a farm, the guys are always bringing the strays by the office before they take them to the pound. I have a soft heart and think all the strays are cute. I feel bad knowing what will ultimately happened to them. However, I really don't want to be the crazy cat lady.

So one day my roommate told me she had hit a kitten as she backed out of my driveway when she was late for school. She didn't stop to see if it was okay, but did look back into her rearview mirror to see another kitten come up and sniff the dear kitten. A couple of days later, the same roommate told me that earlier when she started her car up, she heard a strange noise and then saw a kitten run out from under the car.

A couple of days later, I heard some meowing outside the front door. I looked outside, but couldn't find anything. It kept meowing and eventually I saw a small kitten running away when I opened the front door. It was about 9 at night and it was dark. So I ran to try and get it. When I saw it run into my neighbors yard, I figured that's it. I am not running around my neighbors yard in the dark. So I went back to my house and tried to forget it.

The next morning, the kitten was back meowing more than ever. This time when I opened the door in my pj's, I saw the cat dash off towards the neighbors yard. I didn't feel bad about running around their front lawn during the day, so I chased the kitten until I had it cornered. I reached down to grab it, and it almost got away, but luckily I was able to lock onto the kitten before it got away. It was a pretty ferrel kitty, and wasn't happy that I was holding it. I held it away from me as it hissed and tried to claw me. Luckily it didn't try to bite me.

As soon as I brought him inside, Sammy was mad. I didn't let that stop me. I immediately turned the tap on to get some warm water to wash the filty kitten. It had fleas and was covered in dirt. After a short bath, my attention turned to one of its front paws. Apparently this was the same kitten my roommate had seen running from underneath her car. The paw had a very deep cut on it, and it lost the use of two of its "fingers."

Phil quickly made a recovery, became good friends with Sammy, and even though he really doesn't like to be held, there are moments he tolerates me petting him. In the winter, he sleeps on me while I watch TV, or when I wake up in the middle of the night, he is either curled up on the small of my back, or is sleeping on my chest. He is a cutey.