Cat and Tonic

So now I have a cat. It has moved in from the parking lot into my little condo. It had been abandoned by people who moved. Last week-end it decided it liked me. Thursday, it decided it wanted to live with me, at least for a trial period.

It quickly discovered that my place offers kibble, milk, cream, laps, hands, and a big, soft chair with a matching couch no less. I don't think the cat is going to be going anywhere.

















It is just a little cat, but that won't last. Cats in my family have a way of expanding. I expect this cat will be no different. Her name is Boo. (I realize Boo Radley was not a girl, but it is a black cat, and the world doesn't need another pet named Scout...)

The presence of the cat is being celebrated with gin and tonics. So far, the cat has not indulged. However, it did show an interest in a bottle of beer last night... I, on the other hand, am getting along with the gin famously.