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I have never been a cat person, always a dog person.  When C & I lived at a different house, we adopted a stray and named it Blondie.  That was the only cat I had ever named.  Blondie got ran over and I swore that I would never get close to a cat again.  I was wrong.

When we built our house, a female cat just showed up one day.  She thinks this is her house and she just allows us to live here.  We call her Mama-Cat because I refused to give her an actual name, and now that IS her name.

She presented her baby to us earlier this week.  Again, I was not getting attached.  I was not feeding her here, she could still go to where the food usually is.  I was not going to worry about her.  They would be fine on their own.  I said it before, I’ll say it again…I’VE BEEN SCHNOOKERED!!!!  When Mama-C came to the door yesterday morning, I broke down and gave her a plate of food.  When the storms came, C & I worried about where she took the baby.  They were fine, by the way, hiding under our bay window on the deck.  I was trying to be all tough until I took one look at this…

And this…

And now, I’m hooked! Sigh!