First Cat

A little cat had begun to visit my sister and me a few months before she died. My sister was terrified of mice and rats. This little cat would stay with her until time to go to bed which gave her a lot of peace.  After she died, I adopted the cat which required an investment of what our storage building was costing us. That meant I had to move and rearrange everything in storage and cancel the rental. I rented a truck and moved the storage items into it, gave away or threw away very much of it, and rearranged the house to accommodate the extra items. I adopted the little cat, Skipper, and he and I were fairly content even though I knew next to nothing about cats. We had quite a few altercations until I found out cats don’t wag their tails for the same reason dogs do.

My first cat in many years.