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!
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