Fun stuff for once.

Well, when I was out on medical leave after having the tumor removed. I was walking a lot out side, well usually about 5 min at a time. Having surgery on your belly hurts like hell. Well, all of sudden this stray cat started hanging around. I would walk then sit outside in the sun resting. I would watch this cat, a small young cat. Very skittish. But as time when on, I thought it would be nice to have a cat around since we have mice and rats in my area. Its very countrified were I live and the rats hang around for our fruit trees. Heck we also have coyotes, raccoons and opossums. Well, I started to feed the kitty. I couldn't tell if it was male or female, but I called her Miss Kitty. She began to warm up to me. It was apparent she wasn't feral. Someone must have dumped her off. Not sure if I mentioned that I have a wacka doodle that lives across the street. She is a cat hoarder. She must have close to 50  cats. They are never allowed outside and she does take exceptional care of them and spayed and neuters them. But, it seems this kitty wanted nothing to do with her.  One day, as I was sitting in the sun, with my legs stretched out, this kitty actually jumped on my lap and took a nap. She had me!

So, of course its been nearly 6 months and she knows she is home. I took her to get fixed, she is a girl and guess what she was already spayed. 

I have always been a dog person, I mean I have my 3 Labradors, and I used to have my two cockers spaniels (Gosh I still miss my little Brandy, she had my heart). So that was 5 dogs for years. Let me just say this, that is way too many. Three is just fine. But, this kitty I just adore. She helped me in my recovery since I was always walking with her and mentally also.  I bought her a new bed. The cammo bed was an inside joke since the guys in the family are hunters.