I appear to have been adopted by the ugliest, scrawniest, scruffiest stray cat in town. I've seen him around the neighborhood before; one day last month he took a nap on my patio, and looked so skinny I was afraid he had lain down to die. That's when I started offering him kibble whenever I saw him. I can't leave cat food lying around, because there are approximately 27 stray cats in the three-block radius, and that's not to mention the possums and raccoons, but in the past week this particular stray has been in my carport nearly every time I leave the house or come home. So I've been able to put his kibble down in front of him, and now he trots up purring and head-butts my knees when he sees me.
This morning I repaid his obvious affection by shoving him into a cat carrier and taking him to the vet. He had a wound on one front leg, which started bleeding again yesterday. He seems to drool a lot, which I'm told may mean there's something wrong with his teeth. What I'd guessed might be flea eggs on his fur turned out to be nits. And if he decides he can't forgive me for this and runs away as soon as I bring him home, it'll still be a public service to have gotten him fixed.
If he sticks around I think I'll call him Guido. He looks like he probably knows some guys in Jersey.
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That's so sweet -- I hope his fur isn't too ruffled by your act of "kindness"! Well done you! :)