Wally

Aug 18 – I wrote this a few months ago but I think it’s time to go public with some blogs. I’ve been blogging privately for a while now but, I guess we’re back?

May 11 – So if May and June weren’t going to be crazy enough – Ladies Member Member the first weekend, Legal team offsite to Boston the following Monday through Thursday, anniversary trip to France and Italy the following week. Matt’s Member Member the first weekend of June, my surgery the following Monday. We adopted a stray cat.

Let’s talk about Wally. Around the beginning of March a cute little orange boy started hanging around the house. The issue, neither Rivs nor Lutzy really seemed to care. I think Rivs was just happy to have another cat around that didn’t hiss at him. I walked outside one day and Rivs is just chilling next to the screen door and there is a kitty on the patio. A few days later, Lutzy met stray kitty and didn’t do what she normally does, freak out and run them off. Somewhere during this time I started calling him Wally. He would show up usually around 8:30-9:30 pm and meow at the door. When he came up, I started feeding him so he started to come around more often. Fast forward a few weeks and one night I noticed one of his back legs was injured, like pretty bad. Matt was like “call the ER vet and see if you can take him in.” I called, we were able to get Wally in a carrier and off we went at 9:30 at night. The ER vet was able to clean him up but suggested we keep him contained for the night. We tried with the plan being to try and get him to our vet the next day for shots and a neuter. If nothing else, at least we could stop him from repopulating the community cat population.

Around 2:30 am we could hear him in the screen porch. I finally went downstairs and watched him launch himself off the top of the screen. There was nothing more I could do at the time but open the door and let him out. He ran off and hid that day and I wasn’t able to get him into the vet.

Fast forward a few more weeks and Wally had started to be a nightly regular around the house. So much so, that we were leaving the screen porch door open to give him a place to feel safe. That was all well and good until one morning I looked out on the porch and Wally was laying on the couch. Fresh wound on his other foot. Mother f*#%^$^$#

I text Matt and immediately call the vet. Since I’d already talked to them a few weeks before about the Wally situation (and because they are amazing) they were able to squeeze him in that day. The plan – neuter, shots, and another wound clean. I was able to get him in the carrier and off to the vet we went. We picked him up later that afternoon and then it was just wait and see. We set up the screen porch food, water, litterbox and blankets. The question, would Wally still be there in the morning. We kept him locked up for hours but opened the door before we went to bed. The next morning I went outside and he was gone….or so I thought. I called him and he climbed out from the bushes. From that moment on, he became ours. We had him on the screen porch for a few days and were surprised he immediately took to the litterbox and never once showed any interest in really leaving.

Last Friday Matt decided it was time to move him in the house. We got the bonus room all set up and just like that, he became an inside boy. He has been a great indoor boy so far. He’s learning to play and we are all exploring each other’s boundaries but he’s a pretty sweet boy. He is VERY VERY cuddly. Once he gets his final set of shots we will be able to move him to gen pop with Rivs.

And that is the story of Wally.