![]() ![]() ![]() And then one day, it jumped on the bed, curled up beside me, and purred. Then it started coming to the door of the bedroom where we were hanging out–me typing, dogs sleeping–and watching us, ignoring me when I patted the bed for it to join us, chowing down on all that cat food and bulking up (it’s a Maine Coon and they are not small by nature). It was not happy, but there was a lot of designer cat food and clean water and an electric heating pad to sleep on and nobody hassled it–the dogs kind of shrugged and gave it space and I petted it whenever it came near but otherwise, the cat stayed in the back of the house and we lived in the front–so it just settled in. I put food inside the door into the house, and when the cat came in to eat–it was very thin–I pulled the door shut and trapped it. ![]() Two years ago, I adopted a feral, three-pawed cat that was living in my garage. ![]()
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