So, one of the most random things happened yesterday. I had gone with Ellie to Brookline for a dental consult, planning to spend the day together going on one of the walks from City Walks: Boston, which is a deck of 50 cards that provide a mile-long walk and points of interest for various neighborhoods of Boston.
Anyway, we were walking up to Coolidge Corner where our “Walk” began when a guy approached us asking if we were local. “Not really, we’re from Quincy, but can see if we can help.” Well, the guy didn’t need directions or anything normal like that, he needed someone to watch the stray cat he’d found. Apparently he was on his way to a Dr. appointment when the cat just came up to him. His wife had always wanted a cat, so he was planning to take it home, but felt bad leaving it locked up in his car alone. He even offered to pay us for the half-hour catsitting.
The day still being early and us being in a fairly good mood, we agreed and went to his car where the scruffy orange was curled up on the floor. He opened the passenger door so we could sit and socialize with kitty, thanked us and ran off to his appointment. The cat seemed young-ish, definitely under a year, but not feral at all–he came right up to Ellie and was very amenable to being pet and loved. However, his weight, the scruffiness of his fur and some bumps and bruises (including an infected cut on his ear) showed us that he seemed to have been on his own for a while.
The guy came back, and we hadn’t planned on taking the money he’d mentioned, but when we saw the wad of cash, we were happy to take the $10 (it paid for our ice cream later on!). He was very thankful, both for us catsitting and for giving him some advice on getting the cat socialized initially. I’m wishing him the best of luck, it seems like he’s got himself a great cat.