Tidbit of Joy
A few years ago, I looked out my window to see my then ten-year-old daughter holding a stray cat in her arms.
I ran outside and hollered at her to put the cat down, which she did, reluctantly. But it was October, and it was getting cold out, and it was going to rain. My kids had already given her some food, and, thinking she was a boy, named her Buddy.Â
Fine, the cat can spend the night in the garage. I know, what was I thinking?
Buddy was sooo snuggly and was purring up a storm and rubbing all over our legs--basically begging us to adopt her.
My kids emptied a plastic tote, put a blanket in it, left her food and water in the garage, and came inside for the evening.Â
Then their dad got home. My plan was for him to not notice the cat in the garage, and then to just let the cat move out in the morning. I know, stupid plan.
He immediately noticed the cat in the garage, and then, in a move I never could have predicted, let Buddy inside.
She hasn't left since.
Okay, that's not quite true, because she's been out on a leash and to the vet's and everything, but basically, she moved in to stay that night.
Here's a picture of her that my daughter took. She's under my daughter's comforter.Â
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