You're not going to believe this ... but as Miss Jerrianne and I were celebrating my fourth adoptiversary ... when I first came to live with her ... we got an e-mail from Miss Kathlyn. Once again, just as autumn began, a half-grown kitten ... cold, hungry, lonesome and scared ... showed up at Miss Kathlyn's house. The first time, it was me, and you already know about that because of my web log.

This year's spring-born kitten, lost or strayed, appears to be a young male lynx point Siamese. He's a cross between a Siamese and a domestic shorthair tabby -- kind of like me. He could even be my younger brother, I suppose. We'll never know.

Well, Miss Kathlyn and Mr. Argyle have Diego, a young male cat that came to live with them this past summer ... and Miss Jerrianne has me ... so what to do? The usual solution is just to drop stray cats off at the pound and hope for the best ... but neither Miss Kathlyn or Miss Jerrianne really wanted to do that.

Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Diego, Argyle & Kathlyn's fierce orange tabby.

So on Monday Miss Kathlyn and Miss Jerrianne walked the new kitty around their neighborhood on a leash and knocked on doors: "Is this your kitty?" No luck. Miss Jerrianne took his picture and Miss Kathlyn posted signs around the neighborhood and put notices on Craigslist and at Animal Control and ASPCA and the Anchorage Daily News. Then they plunked down money to get him "tutored" and vaccinated and microchipped -- the whole catastrophe.