Well, I found out where that feline wailing was coming from. I just opened the door to take out the trash, and there’s an orange long-haired tabby sitting on the side porch. She’s not only friendly, she’s absolutely certain that she belongs here and she wants to come inside. When I closed the screen so she couldn’t do so (Phurball objects to that kind of thing) she started giving the same low, pitiful wails I heard earlier this afternoon.
I really don’t know what to do with her. She doesn’t have a collar, but she’s well-cared for and obviously not a stray. We closed the door in the hopes that she’d get discouraged and go find her own house, and the wailing got louder—and then she climbed up the screen so she could look in the window, much to my son’s amusement.
It’s going to get awfully cold tonight. I hate to leave her out there, but if she comes in here there’s going to be a feline argument. I’m in a bit of a quandary.