Mittens is still missing after six weeks. We've set out food and set up a little "kitty house" made of a microwave oven box taped shut with a door cut in the side, wrapped the whole thing in an old sleeping bag and lined it with "purr pads" and old towels. I can't tell if anyone has used it, but the local strays are devouring the food. Diane and I sat out in the car watching for several nights and saw about half-a-dozen different cats, but no Mittens.
Meanwhile, we have adopeted a 6-month-old Meezer mix from Four Paws. I brought her home on Wednesday night, and she has spent most of the time hiding under the daybed except when Diane or I pull her out to try to socialize her. Her mother is feral, and her father is a Siamese tom whose people don't keep him inside. The people who fostered her called her Cocoa. We were going to change the name, but then one of us started calling her Cocoa-Nut, and it seems to have stuck. She's a beautiful kitty, but very shy, and Freddie and Romana both hissed at her, so when we're not actively with her, she lives in the middle room with the door closed. The people at Four Paws said it might be a couple of weeks before she starts to hang out with us of her own accord. I guess we'll just have to be patient with her, though it's not a strong suit for either of us.
I wish Mittens would come home. There's a possibility someone has found her and decided to keep her. If so, we'll have to track them down and take her back.
I WANT MY FRINKIN' MITTENS!!!!!!
