Have you ever had a cat choose you as their owner? Two years ago, this happened to our household. She started hanging around and sleeping next to our garage. Super friendly and well fed, we knew her home couldn’t be too far away, but she wouldn’t leave. It took about 2 weeks before she conquered the dog door and figured out where the cat food was stashed. Our peaceful household ended. Me Me is still referred to as “the evil one” but that pet phrase switches between the two cats, depending on which one is depositing more furry friends in the house. Why the name Me Me? Well, because according to her, everything is all about ME and she certainly lets us know vocally.
Here are a couple of recent shots of the crazy girl.
And the lovely slumpie pose. She seems to really enjoy sitting this way. Makes my back hurt thinking about it!
Yes, we did find her original owners. They are just two houses away and have accepted her moving in with us. I’m guessing their place was a tad too loud for her taste. Plus she wasn’t “Queen of the Roost” !