Did they name it “Dreamer”?
That’s pretty much how all our pets have come to live with us.
The latest bunch of kittens were brought in by one of our older male cats. He’s been fixed so isn’t the daddy but they love him as if he were.
Ping
Kitty ping...
Typical photo caption: “What a surprise: Somebody came home to this cat on their worktop and they look equally as shocked as they do.”
What kind of confusing loblolly is this?? Are these some kind of non-gender-binary cats using their preferred pronouns? Ever heard of the word “it”?
First time a cat chose me: a girlfriend had left her cats with me to care for while she took a trip. When she came back, and picked up the cats, the male jumped out of her car and ran to my front door to sit and wait for me to let him back in. Boy, was she pissed.
Second time, weather was bad, cool and wet, and I heard someone knocking on my front screen door. When I opened the door, a cat walked in, looked around, and nodded as if to say, “this’ll do.”
The next two, strays, showed up outside, and I fed them. Before long, they were inside. When it got cold, they slept on top of me, in bed. “Warmest spot in the house.”
The last, a three-legged female, showed up in the winter. We fed her, outside, because we felt sorry for her, and admired her grit. At first she wouldn’t come inside, which was fine with us. Then she started to relent and come in for short visits. Then she snuck in and had her kittens under our bed. “Enough already!” We took her and the litter to the Co. Animal Shelter, where they were picked up right away by some cat rescue group and put up for adoption.
And don’t even get me started on the raccoons...
“Who, thirty years ago, would have dreamed that one day they would carry in their pocket a device that gave them instant access to all the world’s knowledge, and instead, they would use it to store pictures of cats and get into fights with people they don’t know?”