A new cat has adopted my son and d-i-l. They noticed a kitten out in their yard. Unusual for their neighborhood where cats and dogs do not ordinarily run free. The kitten seemed young. When they saw it a second day, they put out food and water. The kitten would not approach them. After a couple of days, the kitten sat outside the kitchen door, apparently having made a decision to declare this as home. They opened the door and the kitten came inside.
They took the kitten to a guest bedroom to keep it isolated from their other cat. The kitten seemed amazingly tame for a feral cat. They took it to their veterinarian who examined her for a microchip but found none. He then told them the kitten was not all that young at all; she is simply quite small. He guessed her age to be around seven or eight months. She appeared in good health and the veterinarian sadly said she had likely been "dropped" in the area within the past week or so.
So they got her chipped and immunized and arranged to have her spayed. They decided to name her Sybil. Why Sybil? Because they were finally emptying their unwatched DVR and were on the Downton Abbey episode regarding Sybil.
Sybil deciding to make her home here.
My son already has a cat. You notice I said, "my son" rather than "my son and d-i-l." That's because the cat belongs only to my son. She was abandoned as a tiny kitten. Only the presence of a nursing cat at the shelter kept the kitten alive. My son adopted her when he was a new graduate, working as a newspaper reporter. He named the kitten Biko. Biko is unlike most cats. She really doesn't care for people other than my son. When you visit, Biko does not come near you much less climb into your lap. She was definitely not pleased when my son married. Biko was not happy to find another princess in the house.
It will be interesting to see how Biko and Sybil will get along. The veterinarian suggests that since both are females they might simply ignore one another. Time will tell. Right now Sybil is still in the guest room although both of the cats hang around the door, each aware that there is another cat behind it.
My son would have you believe that Biko has perfect manners. Perhaps she does. And perhaps this photograph my d-i-l took of the Thanksgiving table was photo-shopped. But somehow I suspect not.
At least she is on the very edge of the table.
Neither my son nor his wife were eager to have another cat. But an adorable little calico won their hearts. So little Sybil has found a home. Hopefully Queen Biko will be willing to share it peacefully.