This morning, while doing my usual, a cat came to my window. It looked
thin, so I brought it a cup of milk. The cat ran into the apartment,
and immediatly snuggled in my fathers chair. No one but Jamie and I are
home. This cat is the nicest, friendliest cat I've ever met, and I've
had some great kittens. He is now sleeping on my bed, curled up and
happy. He had a bowl of milk and
some tuna, which he ate like he was starving.
This cat has no tags, no apperent sign of ownership. I made about 10
flyers and put them up everywhere. I can't have another cat, so I'm
taking him to the MSPCA as soon as Kristen gets here, and then, I'm
going to work.
Here are some pictures of dear kitty.