Well, Karma is not really my cat. She belongs to my daughter but lives with me. My daughter got a boyfriend that has a dog that eats cats, so I inherited Karma. If this is any indication how the whole Grandmother thing is going to go, then we are sooo not ready.
Karma has become a wanton hussy. She has discovered that she is a cat and not a furry little person. She has always lived in the house, but recently, she escaped. Several times. And when she escaped, she met the TOM CAT. Now, she's in love. Since her revelation, she has become inconsolable. She spends countless hours in the bedroom window languishing for that old Tom Cat. She cries out for him in the night, so I put her out in the garage comfort her through her heartache.
That old tom cat is ancient. We have tried to calculate his age and all we know is that he's been around longer than we can remember. We hope suspect that he is shooting blanks. It has been long enough now since her last escapade, to detect a pregnancy and so far, so good. If she had kittens, it would change who she is forever and I love who she is right now. Except for the all the night meowing business anyway. I could have her spayed but I'm afraid that would change her persona as well. Oh the travails of kitty care....
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