My pets are my best friends...DH and I have a few strays that come to our door and they guard our house...each perched on both sides of the deck...they're wild but they come pretty close to us ...they purr and roll over...My father brought me home an alley kitten (Orange Tabby) that he found in the town he worked. I was seven at the time and "muffin" lived for 21 years! He was the King of the block, my friend/protector, and my bestfriend. When he died, it was traumatic, but, I have his memory alive with me all the time. He was a gift from God to get me through some hard times and I loved him so much. We had a lot of fun and laughs too!
I worry more about these little friends sometimes more than my indoor babies...
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