Life's weird.
Less than a week after Boots, my oldest favorite cat died, the family friend who's living with my dad and I finds this guy, alone, next to the dumpster outside of a Motel 6:
Less than a week after Boots, my oldest favorite cat died, the family friend who's living with my dad and I finds this guy, alone, next to the dumpster outside of a Motel 6:
His name is Six, and he is 4 weeks old. We have to keep him away from the other cats until we can establish that he doesn't have feline leukemia. I wouldn't have chosen to get another cat at this time, but then, I've never actually decided to get a cat. They just show up.
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You could have called me!!
well I am here now and I am so sorry! It looks like you might have found a new friend tho and that is so great! He is a cutie! Not as cute as YOU tho!