It reminds me of our old Siamese cat "Puss," a starved stray who adopted us in about 1979. I actually threw a boiled chicken soup carcass out the door, which she devoured, every scrap. From that point on, she was ours. Her life had been so horrible, I guess she was grateful for any attention. For example, with three pets in the house, we had an awful flea problem at one point. "Puss" absolutely loved a warm running bath in the tub. The fleas floated down the drain by the dozens! Ugh.
Pretty disgusting in retrospect. Eventually a company called "Flea Busters" came in and sprayed this supposedly non-toxic white power all over the rugs and furniture. I wasn't so fussy about the house in those days, or maybe just too busy to fret much.
It was easy to get a free kitten then, now it's impossible, at least in Seattle. Only older cats are available at places like Paws, and the adoption process is long and expensive. I'd like a nice friendly cat, but an inside pet would be hard with our lifestyle, especially in the summer when the windows and doors are open.
None of that today, the furnace is kicking in again this morning. It poured rain on and off all night, great for the yard, but it sure doesn't feel anything like June.
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