The stray neighborhood animals have a way of finding me. I think they pass the word along "That lady on the corner feeds us and loves us." About a week ago, a little kitten showed up on my porch. She's been there every night since then. During the day she goes somewhere, who knows, but in the evening there she is perched on my porch again. She made friends with my new puppy, Buddy, so I named her Amie (French for friend but I pronounce it like Amy.) Tonight I broke down and brought her into the house. It's misting rain tonight and I figure I can put her back out in the morning.
My 13 year olds, Winky the cat and Frances the dog. are not too thrilled about this new little interloper. And Buddy is having a few pangs of jealousy about sharing my attention, so I've been doing my best to make him feel as loved as before.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do....keep her or find her a home. I know of someone who is interested in getting a cat but I also like the idea of Buddy having a playmate closer to his age. What I don't like is having a four-pet household. Too many animals....too much money on food, treats, vet bills. It's never ending.
BUT, I sure do like the purring noises I'm hearing right now, coming from this warm little lovey dovey lying on my lap! Ugh! Sometimes I wish I weren't such a sucker for animals.
