Junk yard dog....err....I mean cat!
And actually it was the yard of a car towing business, not a junk yard....
The place where we went to hopefully get the motorhome fixed was just one big gravel parking lot. Terry and some of the towing guys were trying to find the leak in the motorhome when what appears but an adorable little orange and white kitty! I said forget the leak, who's this little sweety? He let me pet him and was rubbing on me and meowing at me for more when I stopped. :D I was worried about him so I asked the guys and they said that he was their pet - meaning he hung around the shop and they took care of him. I could tell that they did because he was fixed so I was still worried with all the tow trucks coming and going, but he seemed right at home and he was neutered and seemed completely healthy, so I had to stop worrying about his environment.
The next morning while we were still trying to find the elusive leak, a different orangie showed up! He was a little more shy than the one the night before but he did warm up to me and at one point even climbed in my lap! :D Found out his name was Garfield, and since things were a little less stressful than the night before, I got my camera out and snapped a picture of him. He was happy to sit and pose for me. :D Garfield was also neutered, but he had some sticky burrs all over him. I helped him pick a few of them off, but he didn't seem to like my help so I stopped.
Anyway, here's Fister's American cousin, Garfield.
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/...d/f385ab69.jpg
The orange and white little guy made an appearance in the morning, but he must have had business to attend to because he skittered away before I could get a picture of him.
Adorable kitties, and they provided some much needed stress relief for me - and they also eased my withdrawal symptoms from being away from P & CJ all weekend. :)
