Today, Pilgrim found a new home.
On Wednesday afternoon, the tiny thing showed up on our doorstep. He startled the napping black cat, Moses, who has been living on our back porch for several months. We heard a tussle, went to investigate, and there he was, small and cute...and alone.
My heart sank. I couldn't bring him inside, because our Pinky is...ahem...not a nice kitty, although we love her in spite of herself. We were afraid to leave such a small thing outside, with Pinky coming and going, with the chill night approaching. It didn't help that he kept staring in through bottom windows of the back door. Nor the fact that he started to meow, and then to jump up and down trying to get in.
We finally decided to set up a temporary shelter for him in Kati's bedroom to allow us time to find a solution. A solution needed to come fast, for we needed this room for our visitors (including our granddog) the next week.
Bekah insisted that we couldn't just call him "The Kitten" although I did not want to name him. I agreed to a temporary name, but warned her that we could not keep him. We decided on Pilgrim, partly because he came so close to Thanksgiving, and partly because pilgrim means "wanderer" and it seemed appropriate.
For five days, we enjoyed Pilgrim. His temporary quarters were visited frequently. He was given toys and treats and attention. He slept with Kati every night. All the while, I tried to find a home for him. And we all prayed for a solution and a home for this darling kitten that we were growing to love.
And so today, Pilgrim went home. We told him that he was going to a new land. He boarded the Mayflower (truck), and crossed the ocean (some roads), and arrived in the land of plenty (his new home). I talked later to his new mommy, and she reported that he had made the voyage well, had explored this new land thoroughly, and was taking a nap under the sofa with the tip of his tail revealing his whereabouts.
We already miss him, but we thank the Lord that tonight Pilgrim is safe and loved.