The wife rescued an orange tabby that showed up hiding under something leaning against the shed. She brought it food and water, and it basically didn't move for a couple of days, looked pretty starving and in rough shape. She got it into a trap, although even then it seemed really happy to get pets and be handled, and took it to the vet. It has a skin condition that was fucking it's paws up, so I guess it got bad enough that he couldn't hunt anymore, and if anyone had been feeding it, they had long since stopped. He may have been someone's outside cat, but not fixed, no chip, and no local missing cat reports. Vet says he's 4ish years old and clean bill of health other than the paws and the starving.
He's finally getting some exploring privilidges after being quarantined for a while, and he's basically the most cuddly, chill cat ever. He even mostly puts up with the dogs trying to chew on him. It's hard to imagine that he didn't have humans, but he doesn't know things other cats do like how not to get stepped on/kicked by the walking humans, etc. (I mean, the other cats get under your feet sometimes, but this one takes it to an entirely different level.) He's very oddly politely assertive though. He's like "I'm gonna do this thing. No? ok. I'm gonna do this thing though" but in the most polite way possible. He's a little too interested in going back outside, but other than that, he seems to
really appreciate getting pets and not having to hunt for food, which is a nice change from the other entitled mongrels that we have around.
Also, the dog, every fucking morning, /sigh:
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