Reminds me of how I first met Woody… I was passing my uncle’s house on my way home when I noticed something on his front window. It was an orange tabby, and he was adorable. So I paid my uncle a visit, and he introduced me to Woody.
Our first rescue cat, Smokey, used to walk up the hill to a neighbor’s house and spend the whole afternoon communing with her girl-cat through the patio door.
Willywise52 Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Escalation!
Teto85 Premium Member almost 2 years ago
We had a cat that could have been called Ow but we went with Bitey instead.
roberta.forbes.pyle almost 2 years ago
The Siamese brothers, Chew You (he’s bitey) and Chow Now (he likes to eat).
Robert Nowall Premium Member almost 2 years ago
They have the strangest topiary trees ’round their neighborhood.
Dragoncat almost 2 years ago
Reminds me of how I first met Woody… I was passing my uncle’s house on my way home when I noticed something on his front window. It was an orange tabby, and he was adorable. So I paid my uncle a visit, and he introduced me to Woody.
I still miss that cat.
Ed Brault Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Our first rescue cat, Smokey, used to walk up the hill to a neighbor’s house and spend the whole afternoon communing with her girl-cat through the patio door.