TW: KITTENS!!! KITTENS!!! Really cute kittens! If you love cats, you may accidentally adopt four kittens. If you are very allergic, this post may make you sneeze.
Excellent writing and very entertaining. I rescued a cat 16 years ago. I thought she was a kitten hanging around my house constantly, maybe encouraged by cans of tuna I left for the poor thing. She was smart and we bonded even before I took her in. I was getting ready to leave for a five day bike excursion in the pouring rain and kitty ran into my garage! Don't blame her but couldn't have her stay trapped in my garage for five days. I looked at her, she at me, and sternly told her "Out!" She listened, smart kitten I thought. If she still is hanging around my house I'll adopt her. Sure enough, she was still hanging around my house. My fiancee at the time, a cat person to the core, scooped her up, my youngest daughter named her Alice, and after a trip to the vet to rid her of worms and other assorted street nasties, she gave birth one month later to a litter of kittens. The Kitten had kittens! My oldest daughter gave three away to her college librarian, and I kept one that was autistic and never left his mom's side. Didn't know how well he might fare if removed from his mom. My youngest daughter named him Sawyer. Alice the magical cat lived in my home with occasional escapes, always returning, until she died at age 14 (I guess). Sawyer, who never left my house and remained skittish his entire life, but sweet and a good companion for Alice, died one year later at age 14. My dog Winston still misses them, as do I. Alice was intuitive, intelligent, affectionate, spent half the night with me and half with Winston. I never knew where Sawyer slept. Only Alice and Winston knew, and they kept the secret.
Excellent writing and very entertaining. I rescued a cat 16 years ago. I thought she was a kitten hanging around my house constantly, maybe encouraged by cans of tuna I left for the poor thing. She was smart and we bonded even before I took her in. I was getting ready to leave for a five day bike excursion in the pouring rain and kitty ran into my garage! Don't blame her but couldn't have her stay trapped in my garage for five days. I looked at her, she at me, and sternly told her "Out!" She listened, smart kitten I thought. If she still is hanging around my house I'll adopt her. Sure enough, she was still hanging around my house. My fiancee at the time, a cat person to the core, scooped her up, my youngest daughter named her Alice, and after a trip to the vet to rid her of worms and other assorted street nasties, she gave birth one month later to a litter of kittens. The Kitten had kittens! My oldest daughter gave three away to her college librarian, and I kept one that was autistic and never left his mom's side. Didn't know how well he might fare if removed from his mom. My youngest daughter named him Sawyer. Alice the magical cat lived in my home with occasional escapes, always returning, until she died at age 14 (I guess). Sawyer, who never left my house and remained skittish his entire life, but sweet and a good companion for Alice, died one year later at age 14. My dog Winston still misses them, as do I. Alice was intuitive, intelligent, affectionate, spent half the night with me and half with Winston. I never knew where Sawyer slept. Only Alice and Winston knew, and they kept the secret.
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