I am so sorry about your blind kitty, The Solitary Cook. I can imagine how devasting that was. Last year, after our Pooh died, we wanted to adopt another dog to keep Chanelito company. We fell in love with a dog at an outdoor adoption event. She was a stocky dog about 50 lbs with gorgeous dark red fur. The rescue group estimated she was about 3 years old and called her a very “chill dog”, said she had no issues with smaller animals, and that she would be fine in a townhome with no fenced yard as long as we walked her 4 times a day, which we already were doing with Chanelito.

Wrong on all accounts.

We adopted her and had a weekend from hell. She was far from chill. She terrorized our cats and guinea pigs, went through our gated doors onto the porch, and no matter how far or how many times we walked her, it was never enough. Still, it was devasting to call on Sunday and beg someone to come and get her. I cried like a baby. She loved Ben and me but simply was not a match for our household.

I have a neighbor in the next circle of townhomes who said she will help feed Miau and he can stay in her garage on cold nights, of which we’ve had none yet. I can put out a place for him, also. And, I imagine she and I will both be feeding him, depending on where he shows up first. She just returned from a two-week vacation and is trying to get up-to-speed on what’s occurred with the cat in her absence. My fear is the busy street we live off. Before capturing him, we saw him on the other side of the street many times.

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