Crazy little thing called fluff.
Trying to take pictures for the blog. Have to go outside because natural light looks better. Of course, nothing can be easy…Here’s what I get when I open the door:
She is yet to be named. We were thinking Fluffanella, but she’s such a little maniac that the name is almost too prissy. She’s technically not ours to name. She just lives outside of our house and has basically claimed us. We probably should be named by her.
Cats constantly flock to me. A new one was her yesterday. She was a tortoiseshell and was hungry–and sick. I love animals and I hate thinking about them being sick or put to sleep. Right now, my own cat is curled up in a ball on my lap. I really wish she got along with the kitten. I could have two balls of fur on my lap right now.
Oh well, I guess that’s wishful thinking. Plus, I don’t want the title of “cat lady.”
I’d rather be “Cat Woman.”