
Nevertheless, Chris got him home and put him in their garage, where he had to stay because they have three cats of their own. The next day Chris called and told me about the cat he'd found. He asked me if I'd stop by and check him out. I did, and I ended up bringing him home with me. "I'm not keeping him!" I said, "but I'll foster him until we find him a good home".
Of course the rest is history. Ike (named that because Chris found him the weekend of Hurricane Ike) has turned out to be a wonderful cat. A year later he's neutered, current on his shots, well fed, and apparently quite happy. And on this rainy fall night he's curled up on the couch just across the room from me, secure in the knowledge that he's found the place where he belongs.
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Pretty kitty. Reminds me of the first cat I ever had, which we got 13 years ago, but who died five years ago. Now we have a long-haired tabby.
Yep...he looks like a happy little camper. :)
This is so lovely! Ike is lucky to have found his way to your home.
My friend who has several adopted hound dogs celebrates "Gotcha" day every year with each hounds on the day she brought him or her home.
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