The strangest thing happened yesterday. Mom went to church and came home with a C-A-T and a crying woman. WTF?!? (That stands for What the Feline.)
It turns out that the woman was going through a rough spell in her life and had to move out of state suddenly. She wasn't able to take her cat with her, she hadn't been able to find a new home for her, and she couldn't face taking her to the pound. All the no-kill shelters around here are already overflowing with animals.
The woman was in so much pain that Mom had to help her out. So she told the woman that she would take the cat and see how she and I got along. If we get along, Missy will join our family. If we don't, she'll stay in our guest room until Mom can find a good home for her.
I would really like to play with her, but Mom says I need to give her some time to adjust to her new surroundings. Right now she is making herself at home in the guest room.
What do you think? Should Missy and I live in harmony?