I love cats. There's never been a stray I haven't wanted to adopt or an opportunity to pet a cat that I've turned down. Since my husband disdains cats AND is allergic to them, I will probably not own a cat again for a very long time, but whenever we head to the farm, I love to catch the wild barn cats and pet them. They're pretty tame...
Of all the cats we ever had, Fuzzy and Tiger were my favorites. Tiger kind of went crazy as she got older. She would climb up to the second-story porch, jump on my parents' window screen and hang there meowing. Eventually, she ran away when we had thirteen dogs take up residence with us one summer, but that's another story. Fuzzy was the hairiest cat I've ever seen and she wasn't particularly friendly. I forced her to cuddle with me, but she hated it. We had fuzzy for about 16 years and I've never been as attached to a pet as I was to her.
I picked up this copy of James Herriot's Cat Stories at a thrift store and just finished reading it. It was good, but not as funny as his other stuff because Siegfried and Tristan play a very small role. It was a good, quick read.
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