Sweet Summer

I believe that the keeper loves her garden more than anything.  She tends, weeds, waters, clips, fusses over all of those beds more than she does me.  But in winter they go away.  And I stay.

And good news.  Mellissa from Whisker City called.  I overheard the keeper talking with her about a time to come and pick out a companion for me. Next Tuesday.  But we might not be able to bring her or him home on Tuesday especially if  the cat has been brought in.  Mellissa said that just today she had calls from 12 people wanting to relinquish cats.

Mellissa also told the keeper that she remembers when I almost died, and was skinny and starving and having fluids pumped into me. She says I am a miracle.