The Human brought me home a week ago. I had been wandering the cemetery where she walks and I was headed across that busy street outside the main gate when she scooped me up and said, "I don't think so."
She thought I was lost and she put up signs. Nothing happened so now she thinks I was dumped. Could be. I've reached that age where the humans tend to realize that we do not stay kittens forever.
I was pretty quiet the first couple of days, but now I realize that even though The Quiet Husband doesn't want me here, it's a safe place. There's plenty of food, a dog to torment, and windows from which to watch the world. They mostly keep me in the library, and there are all kinds of things to knock off shelves in there.
I heard them talking about the Animal Shelter, but I got a reprieve for a couple of weeks. The animal shelters around town have no room for kitties. Maybe the humans will find me a place before I have to go there.
The Human says she would take care of the neutering if someone would adopt me. She has some nasty things to say about Irresponsible Pet Ownership. If any of my readers are in northeast Ohio and in need of a cat, I have my thumb out for a ride. When I'm not busy relaxing.