One of the cats my hosts at the Observatory, John and Deb, were fostering. Mittens slept right next to my head, purring. Deb urged me to adopt him. I protested I didn’t have room to carry him. She countered "We deliver." Tempting
One of the cats my hosts at the Observatory, John and Deb, were fostering. Mittens slept right next to my head, purring. Deb urged me to adopt him. I protested I didn’t have room to carry him. She countered "We deliver." Tempting
That’s funny — when I was out for a walk yesterday I was accosted by little tuxedo cat that looked very similar to this one. She came racing across the street, yowling and scolding, and threw herself down at my feet for as much rubbing and petting as I would give her. Very loud, very happy.