Stray Cat - a tiny drama

A pathetically scrawny little orange and white short-hair young cat had been sneaking up on our back porch to steal bits of food, and we decided to try to bring her into the fold, so to speak.

Harder than we expected. First, we borrowed Roger's humane trap - you know, those metal mesh cages that you bait with food, the door panel clicks down when they go for the food, and you can then take them to the vet for check-up, shots, spaying, etc., and then bring them home and hope they stick around (even if they don't , at least there's one healthier stray). We did this with our oldest, Shelley, more than 13 years ago and she's still around.

This one, though - no sale. She (gender is guesswork at this point) went nowhere near the trap, though we did catch a possum and one of our own cats, Elvis. (Twice).

However, every day she gets a bit more comfy with hanging out on the porch and even ventures in to the pantry to scrounge from the other cats' dishes. I do believe she looks a little plumper and less sickly.

An interesting exercise in patience.