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Velvet.....
Jul. 2nd, 2017 10:55 amIn the mornings, I usually go get ice for Paloma and the stray cats I feed. Plus Olivia, who lives in the garage, and Fluffy who lives on the porch, because she likes to poop in inappropriate places, and is very, very picky about her kitty litter.
One of the 'strays' is Velvet, a black cat with a spot of white on her chest. She belongs to someone, but I'm not sure who. I contacted BigFix4BigD for help getting her spayed. (As I don't have much money, and I certainly couldn't afford to get her fixed.)
She loves to sleep in the bed of the pickup I drive.
Today Velvet was in the bed of the pickup. I exited the house and go towards the driveway, and I didn't notice her until she meowed at me.
Conversation between me and Velvet...
Me; "What are you doing there!"
Velvet, "Mao!"
Me; "I'm going to go get ice".
Velvet, "Noaw"
Me; "But I don't like driving the Corolla."
Velvet, blinking sleepily, "MEEOOW!"
I get in the Corolla, and drive off to get ice for these darned animals.
(I don't like driving the Corolla because Dad is rough with stuff and the Corolla shows it. He's broken the door handles, so it's difficult to open the doors from outside the car, plus he's worn away the carpet. And there's a crack in the windshield. And it's only from 2001! Plus he's not good about getting oil changes on time, and he sometimes drives with the parking brake on.)
One of the 'strays' is Velvet, a black cat with a spot of white on her chest. She belongs to someone, but I'm not sure who. I contacted BigFix4BigD for help getting her spayed. (As I don't have much money, and I certainly couldn't afford to get her fixed.)
She loves to sleep in the bed of the pickup I drive.
Today Velvet was in the bed of the pickup. I exited the house and go towards the driveway, and I didn't notice her until she meowed at me.
Conversation between me and Velvet...
Me; "What are you doing there!"
Velvet, "Mao!"
Me; "I'm going to go get ice".
Velvet, "Noaw"
Me; "But I don't like driving the Corolla."
Velvet, blinking sleepily, "MEEOOW!"
I get in the Corolla, and drive off to get ice for these darned animals.
(I don't like driving the Corolla because Dad is rough with stuff and the Corolla shows it. He's broken the door handles, so it's difficult to open the doors from outside the car, plus he's worn away the carpet. And there's a crack in the windshield. And it's only from 2001! Plus he's not good about getting oil changes on time, and he sometimes drives with the parking brake on.)
