The little work stray is now letting me rub her belly and scratch her chin. From feral to friendly in less than two weeks. I am magical. (And willing to plop canned food in the bowl twice a day.) She is definitely nursing babies...wish I knew where they were. Time's a-wastin' in the tamin' game!
In other news, I was a bit premature with my announcement that Mr. Ordinary had given up. He called last night. I didn't hear the phone ring--I have no idea why; I was home--but he left a message. I should just cut him loose, I suppose, but he's so nice. "I hope I'm not disturbing your rehearsal." (I told him I was doing a show this weekend.) Sigh.
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I wish you could come over to my place and get my cats to get along. They are not happy campers.
And why is it that the best way to get a guy to call is to decide that you don't like him anymore? So annoying!
Give Mr. Ordinary a chance...It sounds like the worst that could happen would be that you would be bored! :)
Oh, the nice guy who unfortunately does nothing for you. Those are the worst, aren't they?
Bailey was a stray that my ex found at work. I guess some of them sense a friendly human and realize they might be much better off by trusting.
Can't wait to see what happens with Mr. Ordinary....you never know!
I love little feral kitties. They are so fierce...until they learn about the food and the petting.
If you are this good with cats, how are you with children? I need some help!
Cut him loose and yay on the magical touch with the kitty. Good luck finding the kittens!
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