I am camped out on the front porch with Mephistopheles. The old-timers who rescue stray cats here in Crisfield did a great job getting him to the vet to get fixed and all of his shots.
It is a cool night, not great for my neuropathy, but I will stay with him until he is calm.
He already dropped a potted geranium on me – like something from a Three Stooges sketch – proving he has what it takes to be a Costello. He was also sweet with mom, showing good taste and common sense.
I love this cat. Even if he decides not to stay, I am so happy that he is going to be okay.