He must like thunderstorms because he's been here before when it was thundering and lightning. (I'm calling it a "he" because it has a boy's face to me.) I put food and water out again and he didn't bother w/it but didn't want petted either. He just wants in my house. He sits at the window and cries. When I put the Fur Posse to bed in the basement a few minutes ago, he was looking in the basement window and crying. It's heartbreaking. I sure hope he has a warm bed this winter, although I do have a shelter outside for him but I'd rather he had an indoor bed. Sigh.





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She rolled over and I gave her a belly rub and I felt a lump, probably a lipoma from being spayed. I know, I said I thought she was a boy but she's a girl. It's so hard to tell unless I see all the equipment! She's such a sweetie and I worry about her walking onto my neighbor's property, you know, Mr. Cat Kicker. I just know he's going to come over here and ask if she's one of mine even though I've told him repeatedly that all my cats are indoors. As a matter of fact, I heard my doorbell ring while I was showering today but there was no note so maybe it was him.



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