My Father's Cat

I went to my father and grandparents graves yesterday and dads name is finally spelled correctly. I am sure it got corrected right after my last phone call to complain about it being misspelled. I have a planter that I need to get fixed at their grave. I'm sure that I will need bolt cutters to cut the current bolts off to put new ones on. When my father was alive he made this cool thing-a-magig that holds flower pots to decorate my grandparents graves. The plastic flower pots finally gave away and cracked at the bolt. It is still intact at the other 3 bolts though.

The picture here is my fathers homeless cat probably within a week of my father's death 12/26/07... he was scared to death having all these strange people coming in and out of his home... his name is Lee like the General Lee aka Cat and I call him Kid... Well let me correct myself he is not homeless, he is at my fathers empty and unsold house. He is inside where it is warm but he is there alone... My brother tried taking him to his house where he has a female with 2 kittens, the 2 of cats did not get along. My sister cannot have him since she has 2 dogs and a toddler. I love cats and I would bring him here but my husband is allergic to cats. I think I might try bringing him here since he is used to being a indoor/outdoor cat. I would need to put a cat door in the garage for him to enter when it is cold out. I don't know if he could be trained to stay around here even though I could not let him inside the house. We have skunks and other wild life so I wonder if he would survive here. He is street smart so I think so.

He is a nice cat, I went to the house the other day and took a nap with him. He layed about a foot away from me and purred happily the whole time until my cell phone rang. My heart tell me to bring him here to my house but it is too cold to be introducing him to my home, yard and garage this time of year. I don't know what to do but I am not willing to give up on him.