Kiwi knew where to go...
2010 has, so far, had a number of rough snowstorms. Before it all began, I noticed a little white cat that kept appearing on my doormat every morning bathing in the winter sun. I heard that we were going to get a big snowstorm so I compiled a big white box; made sure it was 'weatherproof' and supplied with a pillow, towel, an insulated curtain tailored for the opening with a slit for the cat to go in and out, and a bowl of dry cat food.
At first I thought he wouldn't get in the box but then he noticed it and started making it home. I would check it a few times to make sure he had enough dry food. I was waiting until I could afford to take him to the vet before letting him in the house. I already have a calico, Norwegian Forest cat, female, who is 9 years old so I was being careful.
I finally took him to the vet and made a few discoveries. First I thought the cat was a girl (it's a boy); I thought the cat was less than one year old because of the size (he's about 2 years old); and then I saw that he has one blue eye and one green eye. He's mostly white with a charcoal-colored spot on his back and the same color for his tail. He is the cutest thing and I named him Kiwi.
It seems he loves being inside with me and I haven't introduced him yet to my other cat, her name is Phoebe, because he still needs a few more shots and, plus, Phoebe, might not like the idea of having a little brother (she's been a Diva for 9 years).
Kiwi is a darling and loves to roll on the floor to be petted (I think he was a dog in another life...).
I feel honored to be a friend to Kiwi and happy he picked my porch to 'hang out'.