HAPPY GOTCHA DAY TO TONKS. Five years ago today, I went down to South Dakota and met a few kittens from a farm in Huron. Tonks got trapped in the couch and I knew immediately she was my cat.
She then shit herself in the car on the drive back to Sioux Falls and my niece (who was 3) pulled the door open while we were going 70 on the highway. Should've known what that omen portended, but here we are.
Oh dear, I missed Jasmine’s first Gotcha Day last Sunday. Here are some belatedly posted photos of her taken just minutes after she came home last year.
#Caturday
Implication of Cat Distribution System: The Kitten Who Lived (helped from dumpster behind drugstore by a passing stranger) to be patched up by our friend the vet, who crawled up my sleeve & went to sleep in that hoodie, at our 'stop in to help me socialize this feral', was acting within a System
If so, it was a one-off. This cat refused to stay indoors on the grounds that litter boxes are disgusting & was the most chaotic being I have ever known.
(she gave me a cat allergy & laughed about it, taught the baby some signs ('kitty+sharp') & kept a 1906 basement free of rodents for 14 yrs)
