Ever since our friend Julie moved into a new place, she has been trying to give us a cat (evidently it came with her house). I have been saying "No, I don't want an unknown, unseen cat". But the other night Julie had a party for us and I saw the cat. Beautiful long hair, black and white, yellow eyes, and very friendly. I said, "When Andrew goes home (he's allergic), we'll come get the cat."
After Andrew left, we picked up the cat, now named Jackson, and took it right to the vet. We find out she's a girl, fixed (very unusual here!) very healthy, no parasites, about 4 years old, she only needs her shots and her teeth cleaned. The vet charged $60, and that included shots and 3 months of flea protection) So we took her home, and she ran under the couch and spent the next hour throwing up. Then she goes outside and she doesn't come back. All night. And the next day. Ok, I guess she didn't really want to move.
So late last night, she came back. She stayed in all night, slept with us, knows how to use a litter box. We have a cat. Meet Jackson.
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I love your cat story. We have an adopted stray. Pedro, who insisted he hated cats for all the the 35 years we have been married, adopted a pretty gray cat(male/female?)and named him/her General Sherman (affectionately called Shermie). I'm allergic to cats, so it lives outside. Pedro faithfully feeds the cat dog food (we have 2 Jack Russells). He brushes it, pets it, and worries about what will happen to it when we leave for Hawaii for Rachel's wedding. We haven't taken it to the vet which is why we don't know if its a him or a her.
So...does that mean that Andrew can never visit again? Was this a subtle suggestion??? I'm very happy your friend came back...he just needed some alone time to figure it all out, and realized he was going to have it pretty good!
he looks like a puppet
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