Tis the season. On the way home from the store today, Ron and I were reminiscing about how Mo the cat came to live with us on the previous presidential election night. All the inside cats were running from window to window and we kept hearing a strange noise. Finally I opened the door expecting to find a possum or racoon. Nope – a wee black cat who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Mo is one of the best natured, friendliest cats known to man.
After pulling up in front of the house, Ron popped the trunk so I could get out the groceries. Just then a little black kitten came dashing out from the corner of the house next door, through the grass and past me, close enough that all I had to do was reach down and snatch him. He’s only about 7 weeks old. Cute little bugger. we’re not 100 per cent sure of gender yet. he’s black with white toes and chest and nose . White nose whiskers and one white eyebrow whisker. Sweet little thing. We’re not really in the market for another cat, but what can you do?
These go up and out tomorrow:
