Pets

2 came from the animal shelter and one was born in our feral colony. Biddy was somehow never feral. When she was about 4 weeks old, her siblings would scatter and hide when I brought out food, while she would just look in my face. Then she started coming to me for pets, ignoring the food.

I brought her in the house and she is just happy to be here with us, her cat and human family, but she doesn’t speak much at all and likes feet better than laps. Sometimes I will be napping in my recliner with Sheelah and Manny keeping me warm. Biddy will wake up, perhaps feeling alone. Then she will start calling in a quiet sweet voice that matches her sweet face.

Here’s the 3 mouseketeers enjoying some air and sun at the screen door, Fuzzy Manny against the door, Sheelah with white feet against the screen door and short Biddy hugging her friend Sheelah