About this time last week I was on my daily walk and this dude came up to me.
He walked a half mile home and when my wife, daughter, and son saw him it was done.
He is inside our house now wreaking havoc with our other cat who is about six months older than him.
Fibble, the oldest cat, patiently watches them play.
Fibble came to us from a home my wife visited for PT when she was on the road. Covered in fleas and malnourished.
Butler, the middle cat, was abandoned at the Human Society taped up in a box.
Walker (obvious name) found me, found us, and found a home.
Some things are meant to be.
I may not have a lot but I have the trust of most any animal I meet.
I have more love than I probably deserve.
To be chosen like this is a gift.
That’s it. That’s the post.
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