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Welp.
Someone is not happy that his weakness for tuna has led him to this point.
So, the context here:
There’s a parking lot we keep an eye on where people tend to dump cats for some reason. I hadn’t checked for a couple months at least, but on a whim, I went by the other night, and there this little doofus was.
There’s a parking lot we keep an eye on where people tend to dump cats for some reason. I hadn’t checked for a couple months at least, but on a whim, I went by the other night, and there this little doofus was.
The past few days have been bad weather-wise: cold and rainy. Not the sort of weather cats like to come out in. Today was the first day where it was relatively clear. And sure enough, he showed up. One trap and a plate of Fancy Feast tuna later:
He clearly used to leave with people - he lets us touch him, doesn’t hiss, etc. But he’s lost weight. You can feel his hip bones and vertebrae, so who knows how long he’d been out there.
Update: the kitten is clearly extremely feral.
Just unspeakably vicious.
