So things have just gotten weirder...

It all starts yesterday... when my sister and I were walking to her house from 33rd and Hawthorne and this little black kitty came up to us. So we petted it and turned to leave. It bounded in front of us and proceeded to follow us to my father's house. Which is on 13th. So this little cat followed us from SE 33rd and Main to 13th and Taylor. When we got to my dad's house we were trying to figure out what to do. It was obviously lost and confused. The cat was surprisingly clean and well fed so... we thought that he came from a nice home. But he doesn't have a collar and we are not sure if he is microchiped or not. He looks to be about one year old and he is the sweetest kitty that I have ever met.

So we've been putting up ad's on the internet and we will be making flyers this weekend and putting those up around where we found him. But so far it has been no luck. And we found out that his name is Toby because he looks at whomever calls him and meows. We don't get any vocal response with any other name. His name COULD be similar to Toby but he looks like a Toby. So that is what I've been calling him. He slept with me on my bed the whole night up until the time I had to go to work. I love this kitty. But I would feel bad for just keeping him... but we are doing all we can so that he can go back to his family.

Because the right thing to do sometimes hurts because it is hard to give back something that you care about. I think that the right thing to do sucks but I am sure that this kitty came from a really nice family and it would be a good thing to give him back to his home.