Reassuring Hobo Joe

Now that the Kerouac the Kitten is here, we have to let Hobo Joe know he isn't forgotten.

Big and Small of It

Just thoughts I'd follow up a bit on the new arrivals. Hobo Joe came into our lives back in February during the blizzards, but we didn't actually manage to capture him until May. He proved to be a very nice cat and obviously had once had a home and owner.

Hobo is the biggest cat we ever "adopted". He is huge actually. Maybe he is the "Delaware Cougar". He appears to have some Snowshoe Cat in him. He has the white booted paws and a black mask about his eyes. My daughter, who is a VetTech with a lot of experience with cats says by the shape of his head he is probably descended from some Siamese. Well, then, Snowshoe cats were bred from Siamese originally by a lady in Philadelphia. He is also a chatty cat and siamese are notoriously talkative.

    I haven't been able to weigh Hobo, but he is a ton to lift and it isn't fat. I did measure him as standing 17 inches at the shoulders. He has very long legs.

     Our newest rescue is Kerouac, whom my son and people where he works managed to corral in their parking lot after hearing it meow for two days. It is very small. Both my daughters (and both are VetTechs) have established he is a male and is about a month old now, making him around three weeks old when my son picked him up.

     Both these cats quickly adapted to their new home and to people. Hobo Joe is a bit jealous of Kerouac, however.  They are both playful.  Here are pictures taken this morning:

On The Road: Kerouac

Okay, so I've thought no more cats. We have saved enough. But in the cold past winter, when the snow was three feet deep across our land, a large dark cat showed up against the white. he hung about and slept somewhere who knows and we finally caught him and took him in. That was Hobo Joe, who graces the banner of this blog.

Okay, so now I thought no more cats. Then this week my son comes into the bed room late in the evening and holds out a tiny white creature. It had been hiding under the carts by the parking lot where he works, shivering and alone. This minute white with gray spots kitten, less than a month old. A skinny creature on the road with nowhere to go but to disaster.

My son was apologetic for bring yet another cat here. No need. This is too much the trouble with this world that we feel compelled to often apologize for doing the right and decent thing.

Thus now we have a new cat, Kerouac.

Okay, so now I'm thinking no more cats.