From Waif to Wiseguy - In a Week
Here is the piteous creature that used to come running when I called out, "Mousie!"A week indoors has turned the tables. Now it is I who must respond to every "prrt?" and "mrrow?" No longer the undercat, he is the uber-puss. Attention night and day, food at will and plenty of exercise (mainly chase scenes) have resulted in a 27 percent weight gain.
His formerly pointy little face is now flanked by jowls worthy of a boss of all bosses. He certainly is the boss around here.--Bernice Paglia
posted by Bernice at 7:16 PM
4 Comments:
Your Mousie reminds me of the cat we had growing up - same coloring and markings. We named her Bootsie because of her white feet. She also ruled the roost except for my mother. My mother was the only one to whom she would listen. She was fastidious in keeping herself clean and let you know in no uncertain terms when it was time to stop petting her.
You are very lucky Mousie choose you. Now do right by the kitty.
Bernice,
How wonderful of you to take in this loving little cat - I know he will enrich your life as much as you will enrich his. Thank you for being so kind.
Lindy Foreman
Thank you for adopting a homeless kitty! Mousie's a lucky boy. :)
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