Heartstrings tugging...

There was a Siamese kitty in our garage yesterday.  She was plump, without her front claws, and very thirsty, with a thick coat shedding like mad.  She was very friendly, and came right up to us for pettings and attention, and followed us down to our porch, crying.  She had spiderwebs in her whiskers, and purred like mad when I cleaned them off.

I brought her water, which she drank and drank, and food, which she showed little interest in eating.  (It was sooo hot yesterday, and muggy.)  I left the garage door open, so she'd have shelter from last night's rains.

Since we're out in the country, I worry that someone dumped her.  She's clearly an indoor cat, with that thick, thick fur and no front claws.  This is not a cat that would do well on her own in the Great Outdoors.  She minced over our gravel drive, and cruised up and down it when I was on the opposite side of the drive crying, but refusing to cross.  Her paws didn't seem worn, but she's a tenderfoot.

She has a plastic collar, and it's fitting *very* snugly, but no tags.  (That could be because Siamese are notorious for wiggling out of collars, though.)  Her fur is fairly dark all over, and she has slightly crossed blue eyes.  She isn't deaf; she trots over when you make noises at her.

I'm *hoping* she's a neighbor's cat that happened to scoot out between her owner's legs, and she'll go back home.  If she's still around Monday, I'll post flyers with her picture, in the hopes that someone will come forward and claim her.

My darling husband has already been saying "NO more cats, honey, I'm sorry, but NO."