Love all the cat stories from yesterday. Dry, your cats in the tree story tops the one about my daughter’s cat from her teens. She and her boyfriend went out for a walk on a chilly November evening. It started to sleet and they shortly came bursting in, soaking wet and looking guilty. Boyfriend pulled this ball of orange fluff and said someone walking ahead of them threw this paper bag into a drainage ditch. It turned out to be a kitten. My mother, who lived with us at the time, walked over to them, sniffed, and said “that’s not a kitten, that’s a rat in disguise”. The name Rat the Cat caught and stayed. We nursed him along and he grew into a long lean and hungry looking, absolutely lovable cat.
Love all the cat stories from yesterday. Dry, your cats in the tree story tops the one about my daughter’s cat from her teens. She and her boyfriend went out for a walk on a chilly November evening. It started to sleet and they shortly came bursting in, soaking wet and looking guilty. Boyfriend pulled this ball of orange fluff and said someone walking ahead of them threw this paper bag into a drainage ditch. It turned out to be a kitten. My mother, who lived with us at the time, walked over to them, sniffed, and said “that’s not a kitten, that’s a rat in disguise”. The name Rat the Cat caught and stayed. We nursed him along and he grew into a long lean and hungry looking, absolutely lovable cat.