The cats that I tend have taught me so much I wrote a book about 'em. The book ain't near as good as the cats are, so here's a few of my friends.
Calvin likes to interfere with the airflow around my ham radio station equipment.This beautiful face hung around last summer & then disappeared. There are at least two other hobo cats with similar markings who stop by for dinner some evenings.Hobbes is Calvin's brother. We raised them bottle & wet wipes from their second day. Their mother, a beautiful grey with a broken tail, died Mothers' Day four years ago come this year. We are all litter mates as far as they are concerned, which is fine with me.
And yes, there are more. I am the cat lady of this little village off the interstate. I've recorded over 70 cats come into my life over the past 40-odd years.
Yep. In a shameless act of self-promotion, I provide a link to . . ."Rising from Karuk."
A friend & I have been going over the text (again, like for the ninety third time) and have already discovered more errors than we did any of the previous reviews. So if you wanna read it, turn off your spell checker & grammar common sense.
What a sweet cat! So pretty
Handsome animal and a great shot, too!
Beautiful fuzz-buzzer ... sorry for your loss, Sandy.