Post by Cara Drume on Jan 8, 2007 12:39:13 GMT -5
We've got a 'pride' of three cats that hang around the apartment complex; they don't seem to belong to anybody. One of them, a small female tabby with white socks, is a real sweetheart. Whenever she's around, she'll follow me into the laundry room, rubbing and purring like mad. Last time she went out of her way to get some attention. Mewing, hopping onto the folding table, pushing my hand with her head, jumping into my laundry basket...she even jumped right into my arms! I didn't mind, though. The cats are healthy and if they want to be petted, I'm happy to oblige. I still miss my own pets and carrying the kitty around was almost like therapy. It was my 'furry fix' for the day.
