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Strays

I have a stray cat at my house. It showed up at the end of June. For weeks, I am ashamed to say, I walked past it. I knew it was hungry, but I didn't want to encourage it to stick around. Also, as some of you know, I just cannot stand walking down the pet food aisle at the grocery store. It stinks. It makes me gag it stinks so much. But every day, several times during the day, I would walk out my back door and there was my stray, mewing for food and attention. Eventually I broke down and gave it (I don't know if it's a boy or a girl) a can of tuna. After that, I couldn't help it. I had to do something, so during one of my frequent trips to Target, I picked up some cat food and a dish. Now I call him/her Mew-Mew. I've been meaning to take some pictures of Mew for a while now, but it seems like whenever I see it, I'm always passing through. This evening, though, I was waiting on my porch for Erica, so I got to spend some quality time with my stray cat.

Here s/he is looking pensive:

Mew has beautiful eyes.

Here's an irresistable face:

And here's another one:

Ok, ok... after a while I started taking pictures of myself.

And this is where I live:

At least, I live there for another two weeks. After that, who knows... Guess I'll be a stray, too.