So over Thanksgiving weekend my cat, Spike, of unknown age died. He was a good looking black cat. Hit by a car. BF was at work so my dad came a took care of the body. My daughter was really broken up. Spike had been living with us for about 7 years, so most of her life. I said no cats. None. Maybe next year.
What happens just now. I get a text from one of the kids: "Can we keep it?"
Uh-oh. Staring back at me is a pretty orange and white cat. Oh boy. I'm a sucker for orange cats.
Kids says: Dad said it was up to you.
Really?
And it's a girl cat. No way to tell if it's spayed or not.
So I say yes, but if the dog reacts poorly to it (he lived with my old cat, but that cat was an ex-farm cat and used to dogs. Before him I had an orange cat that was mean and chased the dog I had at the time) or it reacts poorly to the dog the cat goes.
We'll see how it goes. I'll post pics later.
What happens just now. I get a text from one of the kids: "Can we keep it?"
Uh-oh. Staring back at me is a pretty orange and white cat. Oh boy. I'm a sucker for orange cats.
Kids says: Dad said it was up to you.
Really?
And it's a girl cat. No way to tell if it's spayed or not.
So I say yes, but if the dog reacts poorly to it (he lived with my old cat, but that cat was an ex-farm cat and used to dogs. Before him I had an orange cat that was mean and chased the dog I had at the time) or it reacts poorly to the dog the cat goes.
We'll see how it goes. I'll post pics later.
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