Wilbur the cat

OK, I can't say that Wilbur is his name...yet. Shirley's not so sure about that name, and wants to see what the personality suggests. But I'm lobbying for "Wilbur".
Anyway...our last cat, Maggie, made the move from Washington state down here to Florida and seemed to be getting used to apartment life. But she'd always been an indoor/outdoor cat. By that I mean that she would sleep inside sometimes, but often would spend the night outside and liked to sit on the front porch or be curled up in the bushes out back. Several weeks ago, Maggie was given the opportunity to explore the outdoors here at the apartment complex. We haven't seen her since. We're guessing that she's either happily dining on cockroaches and geckos and sleeping under the boardwalk...or maybe she's been "taken in" by some other tenants, and not let out.
So today Shirley decided to give "Wilbur" a chance. He had been abandoned by some other tenants who were evicted, and after 10 days of the apartment management trying to find a home for him, he was about to be handed over to the kitty pound (or whatever they call the organization that takes these animals and tries to find them homes ... and maybe sometimes ends up putting the animals on death row).
We're guessing Wilbur is several months old, but definitely not full grown yet. We'll have to get him to a vet to see how soon he can be neutered. The last thing most towns need is more cats breeding.
Here's a pic of "Wilbur" under one of the beds:
And here's Shirley holding the new adoptee:
By the way, if you have any inspired names for this little critter, feel free to offer your suggestion ;-)

Reader Comments (3)
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