Farmer Tom is a cat lover. So, when the neighbor's barn cat had babies, he did everything he could think of to lure the baby kittens over for a visit. He plied the mama kitty with attention, petting her and giving treats. One by one, the kittens would follow her over, where they would also receive treats, toys and a warm garage with kitty beds for naps. It was a shameful display, they had a good home already, but we were helpless against the little kitty personalities.
Except that everyone knew about it. The only reason we didn't officially adopt Smokey is because we had three cats already. And if you have cats, you know, that is one BUSY cat box. So the garage hotel stayed in business for about a year, until the night that Smokey didn't come over. Farmer Tom called and called, but Smokey didn't show up that night.
Early the next morning we were relieved to find Smokey waiting on the front porch. Farmer Tom opened the garage and Smokey limped in. Farmer Tom picked up Smokey and called me over to take a look. Even though Smokey looked fine and was purring like crazy, something was very wrong. His legs were damaged. We agreed that he needed to see a vet, so Farmer Tom took him in and the exray confirmed our fears.
He wasted no time establishing his place in the pecking order. After he outgrew his own custom made bed...
Luckily for us, he even has taken on the task of taming the kitchen rug monster.
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