So I come outside of my room, and my brother goes, "We have a cat in the backyard!" Excited, I ran outside. Our neighbor who just moved in was meowing, and my dad was next to the shed, with a boat next to it and against the tall, sealed fence. Hell, why do we even have a boat? And the cutest kitten is there. It's very crungy, but a tuxedo breed with white and grey fur. I'm a 100% sure that it's a stray, feral cat, as no other kittens are near, and it's clearly missing a mother.
And a kitten running around definitely means there's a female, unuetered female going around. Seriously you retards! If you can't afford to neuter your damn pets, especially cats, keep them inside! Leave mating up to BREEDERS. But damn. Dad eventually gave up and left us, as me and the neighbor kept meowing at the cat. It's either living in our backyard neighbors house. They're the ones who had our old fence taken down and replaced.
But FUCK. several times we have come SO close to catching it! At one point it peeked around the tree right next to the shed, and I should have been there to grab it! Then, the little bastard jumped on the fence of the lady, she made a move to grab it, but it fell back on our side and made a bolt to the fence.
Then, a few minutes ago, I was near the spot the kitten kept coming in and out of. I meowed, and he popped up on our side. It froze upon seeing me. I didn't move, and we meowed back in fourth. I did actually well not moving, but oh my god. It was the cutest thing in my fucking life.
But a few minutes later, he doesn't respond. Musta moved on. The lady wished me a goodnight, and promised she'd leave food out for the cat. We agreed we'd keep on trying.
But I feel so bad.