dimanche 3 août 2008
Mr. Stray, Won't You Stay?
My female cat Dolly has a curfew; she has to be inside the house around 7 p.m. Occasionally, she's late and I have to go call her. A couple of weeks ago, as I was walking to the gate meowling my come-Dolly meowl, I heard something meowling back quite insistently. I investigated and found the sound coming from a white male cat. As far as I can tell he's a stray living on the neighboring field. I've been feeding him ever since, and have even given him a name, Misha, thanks to advice from dinafragola. He'll sometimes let me touch him, and is now comfortable enough to go exploring in the garden and under the terrace. I think I have new cat.