Tonight my boyfriend and his roommates adopted a cat. She is a long haired, green eyed, multicolored and the most beautiful cat I have ever laid eyes on. They have already nick named her “Twix.” Damien (one of my boyfriends roommates) heard her meowing outside in their driveway, he left the door open and she followed him in. They promptly fed her and gave her water, which is almost a guaranteed way to ensure that an animal will stick around. It reminds me of a favorite family story from when my mom was a child.
My grandparents live in a house on North Maine Street in Orono. One day they heard meowing under the porch, and after some coaxing a little gray kitty emerged. My grandfather turned to my grandmother as he was leaving for work and said,
“Don’t let it in the house and don’t feed it.”
When my grandfather returned home the kitten was inside by the fire place drinking milk. She stayed for 10 years.
As soon as Nate called me and told me they had a cat at his house, I jumped in my car and was over there in 5 minutes. Twix was so cuddly and feel asleep in my arms. As everyone went to bed, she followed me down the hall. She meowed in the hall until I went and got her, she then promptly feel asleep on me.
If they don’t adopt that cat, I will.
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