If all goes according to plan, she will never go away ever again.
Molly, our fearless leader, found her hanging around the amphitheater and managed to coax her back to the dorm, where we rewarded her with a full pouch of tuna. Short work was made of this offering, and soon she stopped being quite so skittish and decided that she liked us enough to hang around and be petted for a while.
However, since Jasper the Rabbit lives in the common room where this delicious bundle of felinity was sleeping, we needed to remove her, so she's here. In bed. In my bed. There is a cat in my bed. Purring with the force of a two stroke diesel engine. It's pure and utter bliss.
I've left my window open in case she feels the need to leave me, but with the strategic acquisition of more tuna, I may just be able to keep her. Here's hoping.
2 comments:
Cats rock! We have four and just took in a pregnant one. So that's five now with ?? on the way. Abundance exists.
~Purrrrrrr~
Melissa
That kitteh looks very pleased with herself, I don't think she'll be going anywhere
Ours are getting a little out of hand, and they smell a bit. I had almost relented on letting one move in, but then she crapped on me so we're taking a break.
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