I miss my cats, which I love more than all of you... combined... twice over... and then some. They're in a pet motel while Aimee and I visit the family for the holidays. Hopefully they're being treated well and I'll break them out next week when I get back home.
Right now, I've gotten to know a little cat that seems to have adopted my parents in the past week or so. Apparently she always hung around the neighborhood for about six months, but kept her distance until last week when I showed up. Then she suddenly decided to approach everyone and now sleeps on their back porch. We had assumed that she was someone else's cat in the area, but now that we've held and pet her she seems pretty skinny and we're starting to think she was abandoned. She's too pretty and sweet to be totally feral. Since it's my parent's place, I was staying out of it because if someone decides to feed it my parents would be the ones who'd have to take care of it. They were both against pets because the last dog's death was really hard on my mom and my dad doesn't want to take care of or have an animal mess with his stuff. Well, my mom started to break down this week and opened a can of chicken and has asked me about what food to buy. We'll see how long it takes for my dad to break down.
