Saturday, April 11, 2015

What a difference a week makes!

I mean, for one thing it means the difference between six cats and seven. Yeah.

So I came home from work the other day, and coming out from under my front porch was a filthy, scrawny, white cat, all covered in fleas. She looked incredibly sad. Amazingly, she was actually quite friendly, so I picked her up and brought her inside. I had never before seen a cat go after dry catfood with such gusto.

Sad Cat, gorging herself on dry food.

 Jasper, watching the newcomer from his spot on the bed

Since she showed up right before Easter weekend, I named her Eostre.
Just look at her now!



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