Sunday, September 27, 2015

Dash the Cat

9/27/2015
...and then this happened.  She walked into the apartment like she owned the place.  She was hot and hungry, looking for a meal, water and a place to rest.

She hasn't left since...I called her D.A.C. for dumb a$$ cat, but now I call her Dash, or Cat, or something else with a few expletives.

I had her spayed since I didn't want any kittens running around the apartment complex.  I can't really afford a cat but I can at least find her a good home.

She's young, box trained, very healthy, doesn't jump on the counters, and good around Marley.

That chin!
Who me? 
Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur.


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