confessions of a contented housecat
I sit at the sliding glass doors and think the same, Beeg. I used to be an outdoor gal but swapped insecurity and danger for regular meals and lots of loving. Well, I didn't have much choice. Mummy took me in and she made that choice for me. I get wistful though. Mummy looks wistful too.Great photo there, too.Purrs Angel.
You know BeeGee, it's a good life being an indoor cat in a family that loves you. Plenty of food, naps in the sun, a little bird watching...what more could a guy ask for?George
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