As Janie approached the porch steps, she did a double take, hardly believing what she was seeing. Yes indeed, that definitely is a cat sitting on my front porch. Well, more like a kitten. But, what do I know about cats? She thought. All she knew at the moment was that she didn’t own one – definitely not that one. She’d always wanted one but she’d just not gotten around to going to the pound in search of one to adopt.
“Now, where did you come from?” she asked the cat even though she did not expect it to answer. “Are you lost? Do you live in the neighborhood? I don’t remember any of my neighbors having a cat.”
As she walked up the steps, the cat walked over and rubbed against Janie’s leg and let out a squeaky meow. Looking down at the orange and white stray, Janie murmured softly to herself, “You’d better watch it girl or the next thing you know you’ll be a cat owner.”
Giving it a good once over, she decided it appeared healthy. Didn’t look rough and rumpled as if it had been roaming the streets. She didn’t see a collar with a tag on it, which meant to Janie that it was definitely a stray. When Janie squatted down to get a better look, the kitty rubbed against her legs and meowed again. Round topaz eyes regarded Janie. That’s when Janie knew she was a goner for sure. Even so, she knew she’d have to come up with a plan on what to do about the kitty.
After giving it a scratch on the head, she opened the front door, where the cat dashed inside to start exploring the new territory. Janie followed and made straight for the kitchen where she dropped her books and notes on the counter.
She checked the fridge in search of something for dinner. As she was scanning the shelves the cat walked up to her, rolled over on it’s back exposing its belly for a rub and let out another meow. She bent over to give it a rub and that’s when Janie noticed that it was a male.
She named him Joey.
