Ivan tided today.the one agrivating thing was my mom said/thought he wouldn't make it to xyz when he got beat up by a cat who came on our turf. she isn't big on the idea of a 100% indoor cat. It is flabergasting.
he was fine, he ate food, purred like a jet engen. I was at the computer, my comes out of the shower from the laundry area and he is dead on the floor. In one way we do have the releif of not seeing him degrade. we had another cat Eddie(her grey forhead made a widows peek into the white). when she got old she got skinny, and would drink a lot of water. we let her out to potty and she crawled under the deck and died.
for what reasons, to deal with my mom thought it best to get another cat. It feels awkward to repound, like when something breaks and you replace it. I know that is now we are doing. we always had cats in tandum. So we had gone to the shelter and adopted a possibly 6 year old neuterd cat. His (and another he lived with, my mom is strangly feeling like taking that one too) Previous owner lost her house, her friend took the cats and then they went to the shelter. He had been there since August. In the cat room all the others were calm but he was on his back and streching arms and meowing, reaching the arm out and waving with claws going in and out. My mom thought this cat would be the type to rip up your house. She was looking at the calm ones, and I was almost going to go "hahaha how about this one?"
very clingy cat. might be part monkey. he is doing us good(well my stepdad didn't come how yet, and we donated that frozen lasiana. I'll just say the lasigna evolved into a cat)
My mom had issues with the barn she worked at, so a cat that hugs her like the horses did(sort of) is good. I wanted a gray cat named Gary. so this is Gary. naming has nothing to do with Spongbob's snail. he is taking it as if he lived here forever.
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