DISCLAIMER: This is a post about our new cat. If you're not a cat person, come back a few days from now when it will be quilt stuff once again.
It's been some years since we had cats, about 8 years ago now. I have always loved cats. One cat is fine with me. Eight years ago when I decided to get a kitten, my husband insisted we get two, so they would be companions, playmates. So we rescued two kittens--read about that adventure here: Kittens
One was a love, the other evil. The bad one attacked the sweet one and he had to be put to sleep. Read that sad story here. Within a year, it was clear Patches had to go. She was attacking us daily, insisted on being outside and would kill squirrels larger than she was and deposit them at the back door frequently. The vet said a cat that attacked her humans was not a happy cat and it would be best to put her down. So we did and I was pretty sure that was it for me with cats.
Enter Goldie. My son lives in Nashville and he and his girlfriend have 3 indoor cats. As he has a heart of gold, he feeds the neighborhood strays. A couple weeks ago, this little girl showed up, skin and bones, starving:
She is a sweet girl so we'll see how this goes. Wish she could tell us her story, I'll bet there were some adventures in her young life.
Now, let's quilt.