November 23, 2009

• Rusty

  

  Somehow I seem to attract the stray cats.  After five days I started calling him Rusty.  He comes to the front door for food first thing in the morning and as soon as I get home from work.  His fur is thick and fine, and he keeps himself well groomed.  He purrs loudly and likes to be petted, but not on his throat, ears or face.

   

  He let me hold him in my lap for just a minute, and sometimes he will get into my lap.  Once he reached up and tapped my fore head with his right paw, which is huge for a house cat.

  

  When he was done being held, just just gets out of my lap, gently but irresistably strong.

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