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On my way home from an afternoon walk last Sunday, I was waylaid by vagrants as I approached my building. Furry vagrants to be exact. Hungry and affection starved furry vagrants, hanging out in the bushes.
The ginger boy ran right up when I called, his cali-gray tabby sister a little more reticent at first. I brought them down food and water and a fleece pad, and then called the town no kill shelter we have, left a message, threw out my evening plans of getting anything done, and sat out to wait upon their Adorablenesses for a while--a tough job, but I was up for the challenge.
( More cute kitty pics ahoy! )
The ginger boy ran right up when I called, his cali-gray tabby sister a little more reticent at first. I brought them down food and water and a fleece pad, and then called the town no kill shelter we have, left a message, threw out my evening plans of getting anything done, and sat out to wait upon their Adorablenesses for a while--a tough job, but I was up for the challenge.
( More cute kitty pics ahoy! )