Another stray cat...

...and that's that.

A few nights ago, we heard our outside cat Gatsby out on the porch just howling and meowing... the usual sounds that he makes when he sees a strange cat. My husband and I both went out to the porch and I saw a large gray/white cat running off towards the barn. Oh my... this is how it starts.

I brought Gatsby into the garage, and then took away the bowl of cat food that's on the porch for both Gatsby and Mickey.  My husband asked me if I wanted to bring the food to the barn for the gray/white cat, and I reminded him about our year-long struggle with that blasted orange stray cat. No way did I want to get started with another stray cat who ends up tormenting our own cats and possibly us as well.

The gray/white cat is indeed hanging around our barn... I've seen him three times now, and other than the mice and birds he may be catching over there and in the pastures, I am not (NOT) feeding him, nor am I even acknowledging that he's there. I do not (NOT) want another cat, stray or otherwise.

In our famous last words concerning pets, "the inn is full." (FULL.)

That gray/white cat was awfully large... it must be a male. I'm praying that it isn't a pregnant female, and to that end, I've walked over to the barn every couple of days to make sure there isn't a gray/white momma cat and her kittens over there.

I haven't seen that gray/white cat now in three days. I hope to the heavens that it has moved on. And on. And then some.