Kitty cat blues →[More:]So here's the story: A couple of days before Christmas, a teeny little cat shows up at my doorstep and is crying like a brie freak in Mississippi. I let her in because it is raining. she's grateful, purrs, blah blah blah. The plan is to reunite her with her owners since she is obviously an indoor cat who knows how to use a litter box, drink from the toilet, and fight with the other cat.
She's still here. She dearly loves to destroy the blinky things on my computer screen. Almost as much as she likes trying to climb up my leg when I am wearing shorts.
We have bonded. She's staying.
Stupid cat.