Did I mention that I now have a cat? Well, not really. I noticed a cat running around the neighborhood that was basically skin and bones, so I figured she* was a stray and started putting some food out for her. That was a couple weeks ago and now she just sits in front of our door and meows until we feed her (Chase is not happy). See? A dog is happy if you feed him. A cat expects that you feed her.

She is very sweet though, and it looks like she likes the pats and cuddling as much as the food. She’s even tried to come inside the house, which I wouldn’t mind, but I can only image Chase’s reaction. He would probably move out.

So yea. I kinda have a cat.

*Come to think of it, I don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl cat.