In 2001, on Halloween day, a fearful little black kitty showed up in the cook shack. When I came out to feed Mickey, our black Chow, that poor little thing would scramble, terrified, to the north fence and into the woods. The first time I saw him, he was just a black streak headed for the north woods. After several encounters, I told Pam there was a cat hanging around the cook shack where I fed the dog.
From that point, it was a game of strategy to befriend this frightened, lonely little kitten that obviously was badly in need of a regular meal.
One day, Pam called to it, as women can do, and the black streak slowed. Eventually, he stopped. She kept making those sounds and after several approaches he let her touch and pet him. The rest is "Weenie", the cat that showed up on Holloween.
In this this picture he stands guard before the cook shack, awaiting any sound or quick movement that will send him fearlessly streaking, now, for the safety of the house.
Weenie was not an apparent male when we first met him. Not wanting a lot of little Weenies, we took him to the vet to have "her" spayed only to be told it was a male that had already been neutered. Imagine our embarassment. Imagine Weenie's.
Today, Weenie is pretty comfortable and gets meals regularly.
