"George"
Anyone who has viewed my pictures knows that at one time or another, I have had quite a menagerie living around or under my house. Wild kitties, skunks, armadillos, possums, squirrels, chipmunks...One of the wild kittens even walked into my house a little while back; I caught it and took it to the vet, but it died. Well, a couple of weeks ago, this guy showed up. He has a collar, so I figured he was out for an evening stroll and smelled momma cat. Genetic duty done, I figured he'd leaveand go home. Nope. He seems to have taken up permanent residence. Every time I go outside, he comes to greet me...rather loudly. I've taken to calling him "George" when I go outside and he is sitting on the steps. Now, as the husband is very strongly against having a cat, I'm wondering what to do.
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