Or, "I tawt I taw a puddy tat." This fella starting showing up in our back yard a few days ago. When I first caught a glimpse of him, I thought, "Bert!" Obviously, it's not him. But whoever he (or she?) is, he's prowling around in part of Bert's old hunting ground. That first glimpse caught me off guard.
Bert's "ghost" hunting mice in the west forty.
A few months ago (I think), one of our neighbors tried to give us a kitten. She was persistant. I politely, but firmly, refused. It was a cute black kitten, one of several "outdoor" cats that the neighbor was feeding and trying to give away. I'll bet this is that kitty, all grown up now and stalking rodents in the neighborhood. I don't think he's met Tasha yet.
It’s so frustrating when people try to push you to take in strays or pets in need of a home. I feel so guilty.
ReplyDeleteCouldn't you use a good mouser?
ReplyDeleteAre you sure you don’t want him? Aw, c’mon, pretty please.
ReplyDeleteBettyAnn
I am not a cat person, therefore I would have said "no" myself. Plus I am allergic to them!
ReplyDeleteTasha will be excited to see this cat!
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