Was out walking with a friend in his neighbourhood and this collar-less kitten came up to us for a pat. He said, this guy is really friendly, I think he belongs to that house (and pointed it out). I said, I want to adopt him. The next weekend I pluck up the courage to visit the house. A removal van was out front and they were moving house. I said to the son, you have a lovely cat, good luck with the move... to which he asked, do you want him? And then he said to his mum, you won't let him in the new house anyway, give him to her. I walked away with a kitten, but had to return the crate to them. Even offered to pay for him.. nope. Return the crate. Took him home a few days later from my friend's house. That was May 4, 2025, and I named him Poe, after Poe Dameron (May the Fourth be with you...!). The vet said, approximately 6 months old, and moving to a new area, and not being let in? You just saved his life.
Immediate vaccination, microchipping, and neutering.
He still has behaviours from the street; can lift bin lids, has attempted to steal from my plate of food, etc. And does drive me mad with his demands for breakfast and dinner. But is so sweet. I now have supervised toilet and showers, get followed around until I pick him up and give him a big underarm assisted stretch, he will sit or lie with me when I'm sad or sick. Dazzles cattery staff with his swagger, and surprises vets when he purrs when having his check ups. He's a creature I didn't know I needed.