I've always had this weird. gift, if you will, that I can tell when there's a cat within a mile of my locale. On our normal 4 am trip to Taco Bell, I spot a kitten clawing the bottom of a tree, and point it out to Jeremy. He tells me, if we go through the drive-thru and it still there, we'll see. We go through and sure enough the kitten is gone. I spotted it in a drainage ditch several yards from our car. Jeremy says, "If you can catch it, you can keep it." Big mistake. I got out of the car, and the kitten started to come towards me, hissing, in Halloween cat stance. I coaxed it further out using tacos, lol. The cat got scared and ran back in the tunnel. Jeremy, unaware of my cat capturing skills, said, "Guess not!" I went back over to the ditch, came back joyfully and put the cat in his lap. "WHAT THE HELL, SERIOUSLY!?" he replied. "I could have done that right from the start, I just didn't want to scare it." We brought the mystery cat home in a baby blanket, and didn't see all of it, for almost 3 days. We thought, like Vespir, it didn't have a tail, until we saw blood... Something had stripped the end of it's tail completely. It took a few weeks for the kitten to come out of hiding and warm up to the family. We named her DeeOhGee, like D.O.G. She wags her tail, fetches paper and growls at the front door when someone knocks. I'm glad I have her. :)
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