
cindigo cat
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The only way my husband can get me to watch football with him is to get me drunk.
After a $60 bar tab ($50 of it mine) and a Broncos win. I am drunk.
Andy left for his hockey game a half an hour ago. I am drunk and alone in the house. In the last half an hour, I have found and fed our new quasi adopted cat. She comes around about twice a day. I’ve been leaving the garage door cracked about eight inches. Hopefully she will consider the space safe and bring her kittens in. While hanging out with the cat, I drunkenly stumbled through our side “yard” full of rocks and picker weeds. My feet are stabbed, and my fingers are too big to take the pickers out. I brought the cat in the back yard and tried to show her how to use the dog door. She wasn’t all to keen on it. I gave up, came in and am content with her sitting outside the open front door in between the black widows while I’m sitting on the green, ultra sueded couch typing this.
While I was typing, the cat cautiously came in. She was at first spooked by Murphy’s snorting and scrabbling, but became brave and started exploring the living room. I followed her around and petted her. She decided to go upstairs. She went in every room, sniffing everything. She even jumped up on the ledge and sat on the cat tree for a while. I’m sure she was somebody’s cat. She’s really friendly and trusting, not afraid of people or dogs. But, the fact that she was so emaciated and has kittens that are most likely in the sewer, leads me to believe she’s been abandoned. Tomorrow, I’m getting her a collar that will have my number to call if she is not abandoned. I could get her adopted right away if we could somehow get her babies.
Last night after we fed her, she ran down the driveway and waited for us to follow her. We did. When we caught up, she ran further until she stopped at a specific storm drain. She sat down. We petted her for a while and then she disappeared under the street. We thought we could hear her kittens, but most likely it was the creaking of the metal real estate sign in the wind.
Oh man…..I am drunk. I wish you guys were here.