Last night quite late, I made a run into town for some supplies. I was passing over the bridge that rolls over Sweet Home Creek and I noticed a group of boys throwing stones. They weren’t throwing them into the creek- but into the bushes instead. I stopped my car and challenged them and they split quite quickly I might add and by the time I got down to where they were- they were gone.

I stood in the darkness and cursed that I did not have a flashlight, but I went back up to my car and got a can of cat food (I just had an idea it involved a cat!) I sat down on the ground, snapped open the lid and out of the darkness I hear this rustling of bushes. This soft shape brushes against me and I hear a soft meow. (Thank you God!) It could have been so many different animals they were throwing stones at.

But this time, it was a young black cat, clearly belonging to someone because he is so loving. I was able to pick him up and carry him back to the car and put him inside. Girlcat went home yesterday, so I even had a space for this cat. He is pitch black, he is a tomcat (will NOT be tomorrow) He looks to be around 7-8 months old. I will take him in with the other three neuters and see if they can work him in. I call him Sweety- I know sounds pretty corny- but he is so loving. I have ads up that he has been found- but who knows if anyone will claim him? There is only one house near the creek and it has been abandoned for years.

Then this morning, the one torbie going in for a spay tomorrow- she has been hiding under my bed since she arrived in March- when I went into the bedroom, she was asleep on the bed! Before she knew what happened- I scooped her up quickly and hustled her to the waiting cage where she will stay till I take her to the vet.

I had to get tough on Girlcat’s owner, but apparently it worked. GC was picked up late last night. The couple said I inspired them to create an outdoor cat enclosure for her behind their home they are renting. It sounds like it is large enough (it is an old outdoor dog kennel) they have places she can hide and go get warm until the day comes when the one roommate leaves and she can come inside. For my four months of care for her- they left me $20.00. But, I am just grateful she is gone and there was a place for Sweety boy. I looked up to heaven this morning and thanked God for the timing of all the events, and I know He smiled.