I tell you it wasn’t planned. We have a 17-year-old cat. She is grumpy, she is the queen and she likes being an only cat. I told hubby that I would not inflict a new pet on her, but let her have a peaceful senior life. And then we took out the trash….
Those of you that have seen my blog, likely know that I live near the marsh. Well the neighbor hears crying near the trash bins. She tries to get the kitty. No luck. I wander out. Kitty won’t come. This goes on for about three days, the neighbors try to coax her out. We are contemplating calling animal control for a rescue. Hubby says to me, “do you want me to get her.” I say, “yes”. So he climbs on the drainage pipe in the culvert and tries to grab her. Several attempts, one fall on the pipe and another neighbor walks by and says I have a crab net, do you want to try that. Hubby does and is successful. My hero!
We welcome “Swampy” into our household. Que, the senior cat, does not like this, but after three weeks has come to accept that the intruder will not be leaving.
Swampy is a cute little scamp and beneath our feet is where she can generally be found.