The "throwaway" cat that my son-in-law rescued from a flooded parking lot seems to be flourishing now that he has a good home. How people can mistreat others (human or animal) is beyond me. I guess, as much as I do not wish to believe it, there are some pretty hateful people in this old world. Anyone who would harm a tiny kitten is likely to not worry about harming their fellow mankind. What has this world come to? Saddening, for sure.
But, back to Bat, the Cat! The Bayou Prince has settled in to being the ruler of the Little Bayou House. He has not been allowed to roam freely about the Bayou since there are a couple of feral tomcats running about the place that would not think twice about killing a newcomer. Perhaps when he is full grown and can hold his own against such threats, he will be free to go as he pleases. Bat does not seem to mind the inside life, however, as he has never even tried to go back out that door since Robbie brought him here. Perhaps he remembers his old life and has decided this cozy place is more to his liking. Fine by me as he is good company.
What is really NOT fine by me is that Bat has laid claim to my favorite pieces of furniture. It appears that these are now HIS favorites and I am banned. First it was the purple rocking chair and now....the BED! Ever since we got him, he has wanted to snuggle with me at all times especially in the evenings. Now, he tries to beat me to the bed so he can get the prime spot! There is one certain throw pillow that he simply adores and, if it is moved, he is not a happy camper. My little buddy tugs and tugs on that big, ole pillow until it is situated just so, then, he promptly plops down and snoozes. Hopefully, he does not grow too much more as he will take up to much space. I do need some place to sleep! Silly Bat!
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