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About my charity:
Monroe County Humane Association
Established in 1956, the MCHA is the longest standing animal welfare
organization in Monroe County. The MCHA is dedicated to "Leading, Advocating
and Educating for Animal Welfare."
Find out more at www.monroehumane.org.

** The Story:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As
soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this
terrible cat yeowling.  Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble -
he was in the closet, and wanted out.  All kitties accounted for.  More
yeowling.  We think MamaKat!  Is she hurt, in a fight....?  We exit the
house, and part, each going a different way, in order to circle the house
quicker.  Nothing - not even a wascally wabbit or screwy skwerl.  Check the
road near the house for an injured critter - nada.  Go back inside and get
ready to do the tile on the enclosed back porch (it did have this gawd-awful
60's psychedelic green floral disgustingly cheap carpet down, that I've
hated since we moved in 10 years ago - we finally pulled it up last weekend
to find that A} the padding had disintegrated into a fine Martian powder and
B} there was equally disgusting green & white LINOLEUM tile underneath that!
We removed that too, got down to the bare cement).

More yeowling followed.  We think: Basement????  Something came in through
the d*ggie-door!!!  Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the
east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement.  Yeowl....
yeowl.... yeowl...  DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my
ears have already tuned in & I head to the left.  From behind the furnace
comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet &
tail.  Wearing a collar -  a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway
kind) - that's too tight.  Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin.  DH
doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of
it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the
broom & he scoops up kitty.  He's skittish, but not fighting us either.  I
lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping
seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch.  I go get a dish of food (the
cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water.  There's still an old
litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put
some in it and bring it back.  By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar
off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his
name, but he seems to respond to it.  Of course, he's Siamese, so he
responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his
yeowling.  We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him -
takes it without any struggle.  By this time I'm able to take a breath and
watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple
pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny
sound, like he's drowning.

So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a
few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at
the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby.

Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for
if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long
enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here?
That would make our count an even eight.  How long does one wait for his
slaves to claim???  He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered....
do we have him neutered anyway???  What if the 'owners' try to sue because
we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Any info on this would be
greatly helpful.