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I went grocery shopping yesterday because I developed an insatiable craving for those L'il Smokies miniature hot dog sausage things. I have no explanation for it, because I've never eaten those outside of not-so-upscale gatherings. Anyway, I made my way to the store and emerged victorious, Smokies in hand. Back in my car and preparing to turn out of the parking lot, I feel something brush up against my leg. Somehow managing to avoid a simultaneous heart attack and car accident, I manuever my way back to the lot and look down. Looking back at me are the greenish-yellow eyes of a small grey cat.
I have no idea how this cat got into my car. She definitely wasn't in there when I left to walk into the store, and I didn't see her anywhere around before walking in or after walking out. So I suppose that I have a cat now, because you can't give up on anything that crafty. She looked like a Fred to me, so I named her Fred. I'm not really a cat person, though. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do with her. I bought food and a litterbox and I guess that means I'm set? I don't know. For right now, I have a cat named Fred.
I have no idea how this cat got into my car. She definitely wasn't in there when I left to walk into the store, and I didn't see her anywhere around before walking in or after walking out. So I suppose that I have a cat now, because you can't give up on anything that crafty. She looked like a Fred to me, so I named her Fred. I'm not really a cat person, though. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do with her. I bought food and a litterbox and I guess that means I'm set? I don't know. For right now, I have a cat named Fred.