I’m super happy to report that the stray little kitty who has been living in my carport for weeks on end has been adopted!! He has a new home with a loving family. And he seemed to get attached to his new caretakers pretty easily (sniff, sniff — no, I’m not crying — no way!).
I miss him a lot — I was accustomed to coming home and see him run out from his little cardboard box to greet me. I was accustomed to feeding him when I fed the indoor rugrats. I was accustomed to petting him and loving him.
Super grateful he has a new home and so very appreciative of all the readers, people who called about the signs I put up in the neighborhood, the Sarasota Observer, people who wrote me emails or posted blog comments, or gave advice about “little boy.”
He showed up in this nook among several trees and bushes — and lived there for several days and nights, mewling every time I went outside, but running if I came close.
Then, he gradually came closer and closer, but wouldn’t let me touch him.
Then, pretty soon, he was master of all he surveyed.
The last week that he lived here, he was confident enough to get in my lap and follow me around when I walked Boomerang (keeping, mostly, a respectful distance). Now, he’s got a new home and new family. We’re getting back to normal here, chez Coolidge. But he’s missed.