This is what happens every day here from about 1 p.m. to 5:00.
Some day I will tell the story of how we found Bee out in a swamp and brought her home when she was small enough to fit in my hand. She assumes she owns the place, never mind that she smells vaguely like skunk again.
Elyse looks pensive It's the lingering sadness of being a shelter cat.
Don't mind me, ladies. I'll find somewhere else to nap.
My two cats live in their comfy baskets, next to the radiator, oh to be a cat. Our youngest Purdy was a stray for her first year, after 8 years living with us, she is finally becoming our cat, rather than a cat who lives with us.
ReplyDeleteWe got Elyse from the shelter 3 years ago and she still spends of her time hiding. :(
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