The time has come for this roof to go. On Thursday, the roofers are supposed to come and replace it. It is starting to get blustery and the forecast says rain is in the offing. I hope not, because this needs to get done. This is my before picture. Hopefully, by next week, I will have some wonderful after pictures.

Another postcard…

Another postcard.

It has been raining here for days. My dilapidated roof has finally started leaking into my attic and down into my ceiling. My time has run out and I must get the roof fixed. On top of that disaster, I have found myself with an unexpected houseguest. 

Last night as Asha and I were upstairs in bed, I saw a truck drive slowly down our street and the driver was calling out some name, the way one calls a pet. I assumed the person was looking for a lost dog. As the truck passed my house, I saw a creature run out to the street towards the truck and then sit and look after it as it drove away. I went downstairs and opened the front door. Sitting in front of my door was a little cat. I went outside and snuggled it for a while, hoping the person would drive down our street again, but the person did not come back. The rain was pouring down and so, there was nothing to do but bring the cat in and make it comfortable. She isn’t very excited about meeting a big dog and has been hanging out down in the basement. I must say that Asha has been great and has been very polite about not rushing up to the cat and scaring it even more when I have brought it upstairs. I am now leaving the door to the basement open in case the cat wants to come upstairs figuring that she will do so when she is comfortable; but, so far, she seems content to sleep and relax on a table where I have my clean bed linens and throws stacked. She seems pretty healthy and not too thin, but she hasn’t eaten any of the cat food I put down for her. She does not have a collar, but my sister (who has several cats) says many people don’t put collars on their cats.

I have placed fliers in the surrounding blocks hoping that she has an owner who is looking for her and I called the humane society and the nearby pet’s office in case someone calls in looking for her. If no one comes looking for her, I will try to find her a cat person’s home to go to; but, failing that, I may have just added a new member to my family. A cat really isn’t in my life plan, but sometimes one just has to suck it up and do what one feels is the right thing. Leaving this poor little thing out in the rain was not an option, and turning it over to the humane shelter is not one either, because it is a kill shelter. There is a local cat adoption/rescue organization around that I may call, but I’d be willing to bet that it is full to the brim. So, I will try to find an alternate situation for the cat; but, unless it is a safe place where the cat is wanted, I guess it will remain here. She is sweet, loves to be stroked, petted and held, but bites a little (not in a mean-spirited way though, just kind of playfully).

If there are any cat people out there who are experienced in how to help a cat overcome a fear of dogs, any advice would be appreciated.  

*edit*  Well, my sister and her boyfriend stopped by and my she is a he.  Duh.  Sometimes, these things are hard to find. 

Last Sunday’s early morning romp with Asha was at Gage Park.  It was a beautiful morning. More pictures may be seen here.