Alley Cat – or, The Cat In The Unit

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A friend of mine named her cat Alley. I thought it was clever! So I named the little, black, crooked cat with the golden eyes (that seemed to come with the trailer) that lives under things in my driveway, Alley.

Alley is obviously someone’s pet – she’s nothing like Moma, the feral cat I trapped-neutered-released and currently feed (out of continued guilt because I made her have a kitty abortion when she showed up a few years ago, very pregnant, and looking to nest under my porch. Hey, I didn’t want feral kittens living on my property!!) Moma won’t let me near her, let alone pet her. Alley, however, let’s me brush her.

She seemed to show up one day, soon after the trailer was delivered but before we had electric and moved in, about 10 days later. I heard her crying, but thought it was the cat next door. I won’t swear to it, But I believe she came with the trailer – she was up under the trailer bed, I think, pinned in by the material she wrapped under the chasis. Then she broke out! She appeared, bedraggled and starving. What could I do? Ignore her??!

Anyone want a cat?

I know, I know, crazy cat lady! Bear is the only thing between me and that destiny!

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