I came home the either night with all the lights on in the house and the door wide open, but I couldn’t find my husband anywhere. After calling a couple of times I finally see him coming downstairs holding something odd. “Honey, I could not get in without this thing following me in here!” He came down the stairs holding a soaking wet cat in a towel. When Ry got home the cat followed him to the door meowing like crazy and rubbing against his legs and even by throwing the cat away from the door he couldn’t get inside without it sneaking by in time to close the door. So like the nice person he is, he tried to dry the cat off.

The cat just followed us around meowing and begging for food but once you do that they never leave. It climbed in and out of my cabinets and fridge as I tied to make dinner. Then as soon as it jumped on the leather couch it was out the door. It lingered there for an hour or so scratching, clawing and meowing at the door. Yes, we felt really bad and we thought about taking it to the humane society, but we don’t know if it is someone’s cat or not. We haven’t seen it for a while but we don’t know what happened to it. It was a cute little cat, not a kitten anymore but young.  It was a funny night and good to see Ry take care of a cat even though he hates them.  Merry Christmas everyone!  Not sure when my next post will be.  Love you all!