My other "Boy"
Husband Mark and I taken last year on the day of our marriage. He's a Brit and one hell of a nice chap.
Husband Mark and I taken last year on the day of our marriage. He's a Brit and one hell of a nice chap.
Don't ask about the name we can't tell you. Also a rescue cat Steve runs the house, guards the yard, and is a daddy's boy.
Poor guy, my friend Amy and I had no idea he was a male when her chocolate Labrador rescued him from the side of the road not far from my house. He was 4 weeks old. He is quite the character and although he is using this hand painted, (by my friend Helena), box for a pedestal he loves being anywhere in the kitchen.
This is my youngest tabby rescued by my sister from the basement wall of someone's home. He is resting up in the eves of my wysteria arbor.
Our latest rescue from the local shelter. Normanado the commando is a gentle but determined senior citizen. He's a local celebrity having been found last winter living in the parking lot of a popular restaurant. Cold but cunning he leaped into the front seat of a woman's car who thought she'd have to use a trap to get this "feral". He purred all the way to the shelter and hasn't stopped since he moved in with us.
This once feral lived in my yard for about 4 years. He spent the better part of those years hissing and trying to scratch me when I brought his food out. Sometimes love does conquer all either that or I'm just crazy but we grew to love each other and he now prefers living inside than out when it's bad weather. He's still a bit skitso and will lash out with claws that have never been clipped but he's also a lover boy who rolls over whenever he hears his name.
