Friday, August 03, 2007

boats near fisherman's wharf

joey the cat

Two years ago, I found this cat in our backyard, scared and starving. He had been abandoned by someone, and was desperate to belong again. I was unable to adopt him, although I fed him every day (and fell in love with him,) because Truffle, our in-house Queen cat, was unreceptive to the idea. (Read that puffed up, hissing, and hostile beyond belief.)

Our neighbors adopted him and named him Joey. When they go away, I get to take care of him. These pictures are from our latest illicit tryst, upstairs.

Please don't report me to Truffle.