I got the call tonight during dinner. Someone in town has found a cat and he can’t keep him. The kitty has been declawed so putting him out in the barn is out of the question and he won’t stay in the house. He went on to say that the kitty is now losing some of his hair and asked me to please take him…sigh…

This gentleman is always dropping off cat food and stall dry here so I couldn’t turn him down. I went to get this kitty and I’ll be dipped, but I think he is a Snowshoe! Of course when I took out my camera, he turned his back as if to say he is to good to have his photo taken. I will take him in tomorrow and see if he is microchipped. Chances are if I am right and he is a snowshoe and has been declawed (poor kitty) they also put a chip in him.

Here he is- I haven’t named him yet. I just feel sorry for him being declawed and then finding his way outside whether deliberately or accidentally.

I have him outside in the introduction cage because Shawn said he hates being in the house. I don’t even know if he is a tom or not- I haven’t checked but would put money on it that he is.