: After I posted the first post, I rode around the village with him and asked a couple of people I know what people do here, since there's no shelters (except one private dog shelter). No one knew what to do. (The kitty LOVED riding in the car and fell asleep on the seat when I was talking to the supermarket owner.) So I took him home and put him in the yard with food and water and went in the house.
I haven't heard or seen him since almost immediately after that. I am just praying that his owner found him and took him home. He certainly isn't the type to just up and leave. Miki seems relieved.
All day yesterday I could hear a kitty crying. Finally, last night, I couldn't stand it any longer and went out to look for it. It was an orange tiger striped kitty, about 4-5 months old, and it found me. He followed me back to my house and set up a big ruckus on the front veranda. I found it almost a block away. That's how loud he can meow. Of course I fed him.
I don't mind feeding stray cats, but this one wants to move in. He came in the house like he owned it and wanted me to hold him. I barely got my 15 1/2 year old cat Miki upstairs before there were any problems and I could rush the little kitty outside. Miki *will* rip its head off, NO doubt about it.
I just can't have another pet now. Miki is going to be sixteen in November and I've had him since he was 10 weeks old. He's very healthy but high-maintenance and I feel exhausted when I think about having a very active kitty too. Besides, Miki will never, never, never, never accept it and so that will always be a problem. Miki likes everything a certain way and will be extremely unhappy if anyone else comes to live here. He already knows I am doing something with another cat and is staring at me accusingly and flipping his tail at me.
I think the kitty was a pet until now and someone dumped him here. I really hate people who do things like that.
There are no animal shelters or adoption agencies here I could take him to.
This morning he was hanging around and started hollering when he saw me. I had to hold him and feed him. He's pretty young, and is obviously used to being taken care of. I just don't know what to do.