My husband fed her. Of course, that meant she was going no where. After several days of feeding she became more perky. I suggested taking her to the animal shelter. My husband thought she'd make a good outside cat. If you were here, you'd see me rolling my eyes. The nights it was too cold, she stayed in the greenhouse.
So, after Christmas, we took her to the vet, who may wonder if we're witches since both cats are black. We're not. Just turned out that way. Wellness check, shots, and spaying cost me a bit over $200. Of course, she had to come inside to recuperate from her operation for a couple of days. You can probably see where this is going as well as the romances we love to read.
A week later, she's still in the house. Of course, this has gone over so well with Miss Kitty. Not! My husband did put her in the greenhouse one night. I felt so sorry for her. But not to worry, she's back inside enjoyed the fine cuisine of steak and roast beef. And her coat is so shiny and smooth now. Well, except the stomach where they shaved her for her operation.
My love affair with cats has been going on my entire life. I've never owned one who died of old age. Is it any wonder a cat show up in my current WIP and he's not the cute, cuddly type?
What's your idea of a perfect pet? A dog who will lick your face or a goldfish you can watch swim in circles? Or those cute, adorable cats?