Ok, so this morning I wake up to the most horrendous crying I have ever heard. Here is the dilemma. I LIVE ON THE SECOND FLOOR. 14 feet up! How the hell did a cat get on my balcony. The little guy has a collar mark from where he either lost it or some asshole has removed it and kicked him to the curb. I have already gone around and asked all my neighbors if he belongs to any of them. Nothing. The only other option is for me to turn him in and hope he doesn't get lethal injection at the pound. I am going to put up signs at the laundry and on all the neighbors doors. For now I am going to keep him and go buy some things to make him feel at home until his owner claims him or I give up on looking for them.
How does a cat get on the second floor balcony with NO FRONT CLAWS?
I may have to keep him. He is the friendliest cat ever. He's already claimed one of the leather sofas and is sound asleep as I write this.
I think I will name him DANTE.
What should I do? Seriously?
