This site is dedicated to the cats that have choosen to share their lives with me, and the mischiefs they manage to get into everyday. But I still love them!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Hat met me at the void deck when I reached home.
Spencer was still in bed.
Hat had dinner, some fish and biscuits. Then he sat on the fridge with teary eyes, as if he was sleepy.
I put him into the cage, and gave him his blanket.
He sat quietly, and didn't eat the newspapers.
Then he snuggled and fell asleep.
Sigh. This cat...
Today is Spencer Gotcha Day.
1999 rainy Halloween night, Sister J said she found this cute kitty with a melodious meow, and asked if we could keep it. We said OK. She went back to the car park, and brought back this scrawny, ugly, Golliwog-like black kitty with a blood curdling scream. Sister S didn't allow it to come into the house, until it had been bathed and frontlined.
The rest, as they said, is history.