LadyCook61
Master Chef
It's funny; every evening I stand, freezing feet in the snow psss pssing away and calling 'here maxi, c'mon maxi'...and every time Facciabrute shows up. I'm convinced his name really is Max. So, now I feed facciabrute and find myself getting lost in his lovely eyes. And Fisher's Mom.....Facciabrute has those two clues you were talking about, plain as day. I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps Max really is a Maxine. Facciabrute is about 3 pounds heavier than Max, has much bigger back feet, and a much lower sounding meow.
I'm thinking of taking a ride to the shelter this week for some adoption proceedings.
And the thing with Facciabrute that really kills me is that he comes right up the front steps or sings to me from the back yard...and seems to be saying, 'hey won't I do?'
All told, there are 4 cats that meander through my yard on any given day. One is black as night, one is a grey long hair bushy tailed thing, one is Facciabrute and the other is Maxi. I get the feeling they all might be related except the grey hair. He really has a different look and hair/tail than the others.
My kids are concerned that I'll start taking in all the strays and move just one step closer to complete dementia....which really would be perfect as I'm already steamrolling towards menopause. Why not do that bit of nastiness with a house full of strays? We can all catterwall together.
Sorry Max has not come back yet. Having a group of cats is not dementia Love is a many splendored thing... in this case... many cats
I had 9 cats and 3 dogs at one time , does that make me demented ?