Look what was waiting on us when we got home from the 5k on Saturday night:
She was at our back step meowing up a storm. And she continues to meow and meow and meow.
She wants to come in our house and stay in our house. But we can't let her. Our other cat (who showed up on our front step in October) is not too happy about the new arrival.
So the new yet-to-be-named kitty will remain outside. Although I can't tell how long I can listen to the pathetic meowing. I guess I need to get some ear plugs. Or just go ahead and accept the fact that this yet-to-be-named kitty will eventually be living inside the house with the other pet that I never asked for but now feed and water and clean up after.
How many cats do I need to become one of those crazy cat ladies? Surely it's more than two. Right?