I’m a cat fancier without a cat. On Saturday morning I woke up with a cat on my face. A well-kept juvenile black male. He hung about most of the weekend. He followed me about, snuggled up with me, and purred a lot. Now he is back wherever he came from, probably being fussed over for going missing. What a nice Easter!
Sorry, thought this might include Easter recipies.
Good to hear you’ve got a new cat!
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kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty!!!
Son of a gun. Like the song goes, the cat came back. The little guy showed up again this evening. I’m going to have to keep an eye open for lost cat posters if this keeps up.
He’s a real sweetheart!
Oh my, wonko, that was hilarious! And Muffin, my very first cat was a beautiful fluffy black cat named Muffin…because of a propensity to eat blueberry ones. Enjoy your visitor…maybe send it out with a note on its collar, in case it’s just on Spring Break from its family. My cat Chloe used to spend days with an eldery gentleman down the street…never did figure out what we’d done to tick her off.
magic happens.
enjoy!
That’s excellent, Muffin. I share my house with four cats and a dog, and would not have it otherwise. Cats have their little ways of showing their appreciation that make me smile, and that is a gift that I appreciate in this dreary world.
Good luck with the cat, but if you have to give him back, remember that Animal Shelter has many cats up for adoption.
All my cats were either runaways or throwaways.