I have lots of feline visitors. I have one that has adopted me. He/she lives on the porch… and yes, I now feed her too. Yeah, somehow she’s become a she to me, there’s something very feminine about her. and yes, I’m falling in love with her. She has the cutest little face with the most adorable meow to go with it.
Today my friend IM’s me. He’s moving in with his girlfriend tomorrow (just for the summer so he can save up enough money to buy a house) and the guy who agreed to take care of his cats backed out yesterday. His girlfriend has asthma so the cats can’t come with. So, they’re living in my garage until he either finds a temp home for them or he’s going to come back and help me clean out the basement enough to make it cat proof/friendly. He was talking about giving them up for adoption if he couldn’t find a solution. I’m a softy. I couldn’t bare the thought. He rescued them when they were kittens and took each and every flea off them one by one because they were too young for chemicals.
