I once adopted a cat that lived on the streets.
You could leave the door wide open.
She would NOT go out- – -ever again.
She knew that she “had a good thing going”
Food, clean water, treats, soft blankets, and pets- – -she was in HER idea of Heaven.
AND SHE WASN’T LEAVING!
I once adopted a cat that lived on the streets.
You could leave the door wide open.
She would NOT go out- – -ever again.
She knew that she “had a good thing going”
Food, clean water, treats, soft blankets, and pets- – -she was in HER idea of Heaven.
AND SHE WASN’T LEAVING!