There is a neighborhood cat named Socks. She used to live in our building, but when her people moved, she opted to stay. Every time I call her – whether by my name for her (Soxy) or by a kissing sound – her tail goes up, she gives a sweet, loud meow, and comes running for pats & scritches. She doesn’t like to be held. Funny thing is, she IS being taken well care of, as she seems well fed and clean. Oh, and she likes my younger daughter, tolerates my husband, but my older daughter goes by a day-to-day basis. LOL
There is a neighborhood cat named Socks. She used to live in our building, but when her people moved, she opted to stay. Every time I call her – whether by my name for her (Soxy) or by a kissing sound – her tail goes up, she gives a sweet, loud meow, and comes running for pats & scritches. She doesn’t like to be held. Funny thing is, she IS being taken well care of, as she seems well fed and clean. Oh, and she likes my younger daughter, tolerates my husband, but my older daughter goes by a day-to-day basis. LOL