…that we have a cat?
Me either. 🙃
I had the back door open to schlep something onto the back porch and she wandered right in.
Of course my girl child knew her.
“That’s Busty,” she said. “I see her at the corner on my way home from school.”
They went back outside where my girl, in pjs and bare feet, played with her. I took pity on her and threw a jacket and some slippers out the back door.
I texted her dad that we have a cat now.
“No,” he texted back.
They came back in. I closed the doors to the bedroom, bathroom and basement and left them to play.
“Too late,” I texted back.*
Lucky for him, Busty has a tag, a label, and we even know (suspect) which house she lives in. I just hope my girl isn’t starting a new trend where every cat from the neighbourhood starts showing up here for playdates. 🙂
*When we moved in together into our first apartment, he did not get along with my two cats. For some reason, the cats ended up at my parents’ place. I think about this today… 😉