Those of you who’ve been hanging around here for awhile may recognize the newest addition to our household. Marsha T. Cat came to us about 7 years ago from an animal rescue place. She was an odd little kitten who liked to put waterdish-moistened tissues in her food and was frightened of the dryer (until she licked it and made friends). Then we moved into an apartment that didn’t allow pets, and Marsha went to live with my stepmother. And there she stayed until this week, when we readopted her.
She was silent and calm for the entire 12-plus-hour car ride home, and right away it was as if she’d never taken a years-long vacation at all. She is still an odd little thing, complete with the gross tissue thing. She still follows me around everywhere and curls up on my lap and yowls into Rockford’s ear for breakfast promptly at 6am. (He is not please with that recurrence.) The kids adore her, and she either tolerates the adoration or hides under the bed until they go away.
I can’t adequately describe how pleased I am that the furball’s back in town.
Congrats! I’m glad you have your furbaby back.
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Yay!! I am so happy that Marsha is back!
I remember taking her to Aunt Mary’s from your house. Glad she’s back home (don’t mean to sound like Aunt Mary didn’t take care of her, but the kids should have at least one pet).
I’m relatively comfortable saying that Mary is also glad she is back in town.
Actually, she told me on the facebook that she misses Marsha! And how couldn’t she. She’s the world’s most wonderful cat.
Yea for Marsha!