Hello everyone! Meet Ziggy (and me I suppose).
Back in the beginning of October, I came home from work one night and this little guy was at my front door meowing up a storm. I thought nothing of it, as I live in a rural area and see lots of stray farm animals all the time (which is disheartening, because back when I first found this poor kitty, I had read in the paper the previous week that here where I'm from, the humane league has cut workers and general help and have been forced to euthanize more and more animals as the resources needed to maintain the shelter have been steadily declining.) For many years I also lived in Philadelphia, and as you all know, stray cats there are more abundant than anything else, so I was kind of used to ignoring the cries of a hungry kitten. (The above picture was taken a day or two after I found him)
The next day (a Sunday), I had a lot of yard work to do, and guess who didn't budge an inch since the night before? Yep, Ziggy. He found his home, apparently. He was so cute that day, following me around everywhere in my yard (and I have a big 3 acre lot of land) while I picked up sticks, chainsawed a couple branches off trees, etc etc. He wouldn't leave me out of his sight! That did it in for me, I was hooked. He was very small and very skinny, I suspect no more than a couple months old (vet placed him at no more than 6 months when I eventually took him in).
After a bit of yard work, I walked up my deck stairs and inside and the little bugger followed me up the steps and waited outside the sliding glass door for me, meowing/crying ever so softly. I felt terrible, so I opened up a can of tuna for him, got him a fresh bowl of water, cut a cardboard box down and laid an old towel inside of it for a makeshift bed for the little guy, and put it out on the deck for him. He scarfed the food down instantly, sat in the box, and just stared at me. Stared with those little molten eyes of his, and I was sold. I've never had a cat before, and after making the mistake of feeding him and giving him a soft place to lay his head (despite it being somewhat cold outside), I realized he's not going to go away.
So I spent a little time checking him out. His eyes and nose were clean, his claws and pads were clean of dirt, grime, and bugs. I checked his coat and he didn't have any fleas, ticks, etc. Overall, he seemed healthy, just malnourished.
And now to finish the long, boring story I just subjected you all to, I took him in. My, how he's grown!
He's all gray (and blue?!) from head to tail except for a small little white spot below his neck which is kind of shaped like a star. Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars is what I decided to name him, Ziggy for short (or shitbrains when he's being bad).
Here are a couple more pictures of the little bugger.
I realize without proper documentation there's no way to tell what kind of cat he is. Considering he randomly showed up at my house one day causes me to think he isn't any special kind of breed, but, doesn't he resemble a blue chartreux in some specific ways?
He's a pretty darn smart cat too. He opens doors, talks to me when I pose questions to him (must be the tone of my voice when posing a question), and he's certainly the champion of slaying stink bugs. He's very much attached to me, follows me from room to room and won't let me out of his sight. While he detests cuddling, he likes to know that I'm near him. I wish he liked to cuddle
I'm actually somewhat excited for the summer, as the battle against stink bugs has just gotten that much easier (he HATES stink bugs).
Anyways, there you have it, now I'm just babbling.